Eyes to See...Strength to Stand

Albertina Felicia…will never be the same again!! Neither will I…

Before I get there, let me catch you up…You see, I have barely had time to breathe since taking on this NEW assignment as the personal assistant to the director of Iris Ministries in December. I was back in the states like a whirlwind and spent more time in planes, trains, and automobiles than I did in California, and then I was off on another airplane back home…

PEMBA…

I returned to Mozambique after two long international flights, a surprise stay in Johannesburg—amazing how a volcano in Iceland can trigger delays in London—which translates into a missed connection in South Africa… Needless to say, after three days I made it. Home Sweet Home…

Over the roar of the 12 yr-old Land Rover with a clunky sounding clutch, I could hear the silence of this now, not too foreign, habitation. Everything has changed since I left Pemba in February, the airports are growing, houses are being built, and it seems people are actually thriving. On base at Arco Iris, the normally vacant dusty road into the center is booming with foot and car traffic as construction is zipping along to build houses and classrooms for the 300+ international and Mozambican students coming to our Harvest School and Bible School…Life in Pemba and life at Iris will never be the same. It will never be as it was…the seemingly grass-roots church movement is now more than international…Pemba will never be the same again.

The week was jam packed with adjusting to jet-lag, preparing for Heidi’s return and hosting guest speakers for the conference we were having just the following weekend. Not much time to breathe, exercise, sleep…and yet the hustle and bustle is energizing and exhilarating!! And, yes, tiring…but, in the midst of it all, try as I may, it’s me and Jesus at the end of the day. I sometimes miss the years where I was given hours upon hours to simply sit, be, reflect, think on Him, His Kingdom, His ways…then I’m jolted back to the reality of, “This is your season.” Adoration in Action…I’m learning to practice the presence of God in ALL things, staying at His feet whilst running around and working so, while discovering the facets of His face. He is my Strength, my Rock, my Fortress and Strong-Tower…without Him I can do nothing. Period. I need Jesus…and in the midst of the whirlwind that is Pemba, even if I sometimes fight against Him, the reality is, without His strength or grace upon me, I would drown in ALL there is to DO…

Albertina Felicia…

This past week I had the privilege of hosting Will Hart and Randy Clark of Global Awakening. It was my first time hosting international itinerate speakers in Pemba. The week began with two drive tests, one in a small rickety Toyota Corolla and the other in that 12-year-old roaring Land Rover with a clunky clutch…manual transmission on the left side of the road…I passed. I can drive internationally now! Woo Hoo!! But, before I go off on a tangent about driving in Mozambique, I will get to where I began this letter…Albertina Felicia…

We held a pastor’s conference at Mieze, one of our local churches. Roughly 2-3,000 people from Mozambicans to our international Harvest School students were in attendance. There was camping, rain, and mud, lots and lots of it… Despite the inclement weather and large numbers of people, God showed up in a tangible way. People came expecting to receive from God, they came from miles away to be touched, healed, delivered. Hope and faith permeated the atmosphere. Toes were healed from pain, headaches went away, the blind saw and the lame walked…

I was pretty wiped out during the Friday night conference, and to be honest I did not have the energy to pray for people, so I waited, and watched. I had a sore throat and was plain ready to go, yet something was stirring in the atmosphere. It was that hopeful expectation of yet something else… I was standing next to Heidi and she was given this precious baby, whom we discovered was 18-mo-old, Albertina Felicia. She was born with white eyes and had never before stood. Heidi asked three times the history of this child and each time the mother’s answer was, “She was born with white eyes…” I was hungry to see a miracle and believed to see her eyes healed. Would this little one receive sight?

The presence of God fell in a great way, like a waterfall of energy and peace was pouring from the sky, the little girl was standing on her own and taking steps toward her mama as we heard her yell, “Albertina! Albertina!” Heidi said she felt like she was supposed to wash the baby’s eyes—which were closed—with water. I went to find a bottle of fresh water, and in looking back, I realize it didn’t matter if the water had come from a well or a watering plant, Jesus mixed His spit with mud and healed a blind man— but I wanted clean water… Anyway, I gave Heidi the water and we found some napkins, and she began to wipe Albertina’s eyes…White milky substance began to come out of her eyes and they began to open. Albertina began to blink, and cry, and look around!!! Yes, she was looking around, Heidi kept holding her hands and wiping her eyes and more milky substance came out. She now looked like a baby with an eye infection…but there was a change. Her eyes, now fully open were BROWN!! Albertina Felicia could now see and stand!! Before my very eyes and the witness of a now huddled group of 30 onlookers, this tiny little life was forever changed. Her mama did not smile for over 20 minutes because she was in such shock, but by the end of the night, she was completely overjoyed as were we all!!

This is my fourth time to Africa, and I have seen many miracles, but something about this baby, Albertina Felicia, and the awe of God’s mighty hand moving in such a way has changed me. Without His daily grace and Holy Spirit, I am like that little infant, unable to see, unable to stand on my own. But, with His love and His tender touch, by the washing of His Word, my perceptions, my limited view, or lack of sight, I am made to see more clearly. With the strength of His hands to help me, I am able to stand and step and, daily learn to walk. I cannot produce a miracle, I cannot heal the sick, the lame, the blind…BUT GOD…who is in me…can and chooses to use me, chooses to use us, to partner with Him, that the world would SEE and know His goodness, and that the world would learn to stand and walk in His ways!!

Dear Lord, May I learn to let you make my sight clear and focused on You…give me the strength to stand, and teach me to walk as you lead me with Your righteous right hand! Amen.

Love to you!!

Desi