Burning Furnace of Charity

We are back at the land, armed with cookies, juice, jump ropes, soccer balls, and LOTS of gringos! The kids are having a great time, especially since there are more guys to play soccer with this time. It took most of my neighbors about an hour to realize this was a whole new group of people from the last round of Gringo Block Parties. We had a good laugh as we realized that most white people look alike, according to my neighbors anyways. :)



Nearly every street corner in that neighborhood is full of memories for me - mostly memories of walking alone, praying that God would do something extraordinary. Or at least just do something. Tonight, and this whole summer, has been a fulfillment in many ways of some of those prayers. Nearly three years ago I arrived, never imagining that I'd be spending my nights in this little corner of the world. God is doing something extraordinary, alright. I remember looking at many of those houses as I prayer walked alone, wondering if I'd ever know the people who lived inside. Tonight, I chatted with moms, played with children, and received invitations into those very homes. Some of the kids we played with tonight are actually products of Boys Town. Their stories are deeper than we know. I sense the invitation from the Lord to dream with Him over their lives, speaking destiny over them as we play silly games and jump rope.

The Kingdom of Heaven belongs to these little ones...






Thanks for your prayers! We are also praying through each night as we're here (10pm-10am). Keep praying for us, and we'll keep going!