Mighty To Save (email from Hannah 8/25)

I woke up this morning particularly tired… I haven’t been sleeping very well the past three or four nights, and it has really caught up with me. I knew it was going to be a long day, we were going to a certain area that has MANY trokosi. First thing this morning, I felt the Lord leading me to pray out loud for the day. To dedicate the women I would meet with to Him and to seal myself in the name of Christ.
The second village we visited today was home to several liberated trokosi. We found a nice, shaded spot under a huge tree and nine trokosi gathered around. Right as we all sat down, a woman came running over. She wasn’t wearing much clothes and what she was wearing was torn and dirty. She came right in the middle of all of us and was yelling and waving her arms around. I didn’t know what she was saying (because she was speaking Ewe), but after about 30 seconds she just turned and walked away…still yelling. I didn’t ask any questions, but immediately I knew in my spirit that she was trying to disrupt us--most likely demon possessed. So, I began praying in my spirit for the rest of the time with these nine ladies.
I talked with them about the power of God. I also talked with them about the power of Satan and how he has come to deceive us and to lead us away from worshipping God. The women all agreed and were answering all the questions I asked them in ways that I was wanting to hear. But I knew that I needed to share the Gospel with them. So I asked, “If you were to die today, and were to stand before the judgement throne of God, and He were to ask: ‘Why should I let you into Heaven?’…What would you say?”. Each woman hung her head, and did not respond… I then asked them if they knew anything about Jesus Christ. They lifted their heads, and shook their heads no. I then read them Romans 6:23 and told them that I was about to tell them the most important message that they would ever hear. They all sat up and looked at me with eager eyes. Then…out of no where… the demon possessed lady came back. I seriously did not see her coming… She came running up again—this time she was yelling louder and yelling in the face of the ladies. I didn’t know what to do except begin praying out loud. I prayed: “JESUS HELP! I command every evil spirit and every demon and every form of distraction that Satan is sending to leave in the name of Jesus Christ. With all authority and power given to me by the blood of Jesus Christ my Lord, I command all evil to leave immediately. Satan, you cannot be here… Holy Spirit of God, please come. Surround us. In Jesus’ name.”
The woman immediately turned and walked away as I was praying this, still talking but not yelling. All of the trokosi were completely thrown off, and were just looking at eachother confused. I then told them that Satan did not want them to hear what I was about to tell them. The enemy was trying to disrupt us. They all agreed and told me to continue.
I shared the message and story of Jesus Christ with these women, and each and every one of them gave their lives and hearts to Christ! PRAISE THE LORD, OUR SAVIOR AND REDEEMER! Our God is mighty to save…
Later I asked what the woman who tried to disrupt us was saying. They told me that she is a “Mad Woman”, that she went crazy. They said that she wasn’t making much sense, but then she began saying that they should come to her for true healing, that she had power. She was telling them that if they really needed anything, they should be talking to her.

“And lest I should be exalted above measure by the abundance of the revelations, a thorn in the flesh was given to me, a messenger of Satan to buffet me, lest I be exalted above measure. Concerning this thing I pleaded with the Lord three times that it might depart from me. And He said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness.”
Therefore most gladly, I will rather boast in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me. Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in needs, in persecutions, in distresses, for Christ’s sake. For when I am weak, then I am strong.”
2 Corinthians 12: 7- 10

I’m not sure what exactly Paul is talking about here, when he says “a thorn in the flesh was given me”. But I feel like I can relate with him here… I’m not going to lie, the last week or so I have had my first true encounters with fear. (This is partly the reason I haven’t been sleeping so great). It is hard for me to admit this to you, because I have no reason to be afraid.
“But He said to them, ‘Why are you so fearful? How is it that you have no faith?’” Mark 4:40
Honestly, I don’t even know what I have been afraid of either… There is nothing specifically that is scaring me. I know it is a spiritual attack. The Lord has been so near to me and has given me such peace and comfort, why am I all of the sudden becoming fearful? I feel it is a thorn in my flesh…
I am so humbled by His love and patience with me. He made it so obvious today that He is here with me. He is fighting this battle. I do not deserve it… How could my faith be shaken (resulting in fear) when He has done nothing but love and protect me?
All I can do now is thank and praise Him. And ask Him to help my unbelief.
“Lord, I believe; help my unbelief!” Mark 9:24b


Hannah

First Love (email from Hannah 8/19)

Hey yall!
(Ok, so... Africans aren’t use to my deep east Texas lingo… I can’t tell you how many times I have said “yall” or “ain’t” or used the word “Mam” (i.e. Yes Mam, or Mam?—when I’m confused) in conversation… I always just get a smile and a puzzled look on the face of the person I am talking to. However, I did teach one of my friends here (who is 5 years old) to say “hey yall!” when greeting people. You might be able to take the girl out of Texas, but you ain’t never gonna be able to take Texas out of the girl :) )


I am living in Sogakope (which is in the Volta region) and have begun my assignment with the trokosi, but I have been returning to the children’s home (about a 3 hour journey) on the weekends to see those incredible kids. Since I have been here in Sogakope, it has been a constant battle. Not a battle of flesh and blood; but a battle of principalities, of powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places (Ephesians 6:12). The enemy has intentions to spoil any work that the Lord plans to do here. But let me tell you, I have my Armor on (Ephesians 6:10-20) and I am ready to go down fighting.
I was talking with a man one day in a nearby village and he told me that he was a Christian. I went on to ask him what he believed about Jesus Christ and he told me that he thinks he had heard of Jesus but didn’t know anything about Him. It turns out that the man was a part of a cult. The members of this cult are told by their leader that they are Christians, but they really worship satan and other idols. They have a “bible”, but it is not the Word of God. This cult is very wicked and very deceptive, the people in this cult have no clue that they will go to hell. They are being told by their leader that they are Christians and that they will go to a type of heaven when they die… I was able to share the Gospel with him, but he was not ready to accept it. He said he was not bold enough yet. Please keep this man (and the rest of the people deceived in this cult) in your prayers.
There are so many different religions and practices here, it can be quite confusing and hard to keep up with. The real heartbreaking thing is how some churches claim to be Bible-believing and Christ-following but are preaching and teaching things contrary to the Bible. You will hear a lot about the prosperity gospel here (do this and you will be rich, or raise your hands and receive the blessings and you will have a plentiful crop and will inherit much cattle) and there is also many teachings on how good works will get you to Heaven…
One day last week I was working on a Bible study and was searching the Scripture for answers to some tough questions some of the trokosi women asked, and my little buddy (the girl I taught to say “hey yall”) just came and plopped her cute little self next to me on the ground. And just stared at me. So, I got a few childrens books out and we began reading about the great adventures of Yogi Bear. As we were reading and laughing together, I heard another voice laughing from behind. It was my little friend’s mother, Comfort. Comfort is a 23 years old, single mother and has become someone I can now call my friend. Comfort has softened to me since her 5 yr old daughter and I have become bff’s, and this particular day she seemed to have something on her mind. After finishing our book, I looked down to see my little friend asleep in my lap. So, Comfort and I began talking. She asked me right away, “Sister Hannah, how many times should I pray each day? I hear the Muslims and they pray several times each day, no matter what they are doing—they will stop to pray. Why do Christians not do the same? Don’t you think God is disappointed?” And this was the beginning of our two and a half to three hour conversation. We walked through Scripture and read Scripture specifically about how the life of a believer should look. We also talked about how Satan has come and deceived and has lead many astray. We talked about how sin and false teaching have come into the church and have completely destroyed the foundation. Now, there are almost no standards (in most Ghanaian churches, at least) and people who are very new believers (or maybe not a true believer at all) become pastors (or teachers) of churches…
Comfort is very discouraged because even some churches that claim to be Bible-believing, preach and teach contrary to Scripture. She told me of a church that she was attending for a while, and she said that the pastor got up and preached from the Bible every Sunday. He prayed for the sick, and many times they would be healed. He appeared to be a devout follower of Christ. However, after some time, she found out that this pastor was also going to the shrine to pray to idols and that is where he was receiving his power to heal. Stories like this are all too common here. It is quite rare to hear someone talk about the Bible and Christ and have solid beliefs. People are being fed lies and are left lost or confused, without knowing it.
So what is the problem? Why is the body of Christ not what it should be? Why are Christians falling apart and looking more and more like the world? Why do people like Comfort feel compelled to search other religions because she’s scared of all the false teachings going out? Why is it that our lives look so incredibly different from that of Jesus Christ? I am not just talking about people in Ghana, West Africa, but about people in America (and all over) as well.

Revelation 2:4 “Nevertheless I have this against you, that you have left your first love.”

The problem is that we have forgotten… We get so distracted, that we forget what is important and what we are here to do. If you are a follower of Jesus Christ, your purpose is to glorify God—to love Him and to love each other and to make disciples of Christ.
I beg you, please, search your heart… Where is it? There is a big problem… The longer Christians allow sin to be amongst us and go about our lives seeking comfort and our selfish ambitions while avoiding all hardship, we are feeding deeper into the plan of the enemy. The longer we sit in our ignorance of Scripture and allow ourselves to remain babes in Christ, we are living contrary to Scripture. And when we live and talk against how the Lord has commanded us to live, we are leading others astray. Being the Body of Christ is not about how attractive the church looks, about how good you feel, about how many times a week you are in a church building, or about who is up-to-date on their tithes (although those things are not necessarily bad things)—it is about coming together in the love and power given to us by the blood of Jesus Christ and proclaiming the Gospel of Christ to those who are perishing. So many are going to die and go to hell and do not even know it…


Matthew 7: 21- 23 says, “Not everyone who says to Me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ shall enter the kingdom of heaven. But he who does the will of My Father in heaven. Many will say to Me in that day, ‘Lord, Lord, have we not prophesied in Your name, cast out demons in Your name, and done many wonders in Your name?’ And then I will declare to them, ‘I never knew you; depart from Me, you who practice lawlessness.’”


I think Comfort has a good point, I think God is disappointed. But not just that, I think He is heartbroken because we (His love) have left Him for another love. We have left Christ and have chased other things that make us more comfortable or make us feel accomplished and worthy. We have to repent of becoming something other than what we were created to be. We must return to our first love…


I am praying for you and I need you to pray for me... I realize more and more each day how I am absolutely nothing (and useless) without Christ. Pray that my knowledge of Scripture and my love for the Lord and others would grow daily.
Please pray for the Truth to come to these people and that they will embrace it. Please pray that the lies will be overcome with truth and that evil will be overcome with love. Pray for spiritual awakening and reawakening.

With all my love and gratitude,

Hannah

Beauty for Ashes (email from Hannah received 7/23)

Hi! I would like to start this email off giving you a few prayer requests.

1) A young boy named Peter (who lived here at Haven of Hope Home) is very, very sick… For his own safety, he went to go live with his Aunt. Please pray for this situation. PLEASE pray for his healing… It is urgent and very critical. Tell everyone you know to pray for sweet Peter. Very heartbreaking situation…


2) The trokosi slaves. For softening of hearts and for deliverance from bondage (both spiritual and physical).

3) My mind. I need to learn the tribal language Ewe (pronounced A-way), most of the trokosi can only speak Ewe. Pray that I will be diligent and that my mind will be able to absorb and retain all that I am learning.

4) Patience and endurance.

Thank you so much for your prayers. The Lord is moving. I cannot tell you how many times I have been comforted and encouraged when I think about you and your prayers.


“…To give them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness…” Isaiah 61:3a

What is beautiful about ashes? They are simply a sign that some kind of fire has ruined something. A pile of ashes seem pretty hopeless…

A few weeks ago I met a lady that I will be working with some in a certain area in the southern Volta Region. Her name is Sister Judith. She will be my partner when I am in that area and will go with me to visit the trokosi in that area. She will also be my interpreter until I can hold my own in Ewe. Sister Judith is a middle aged Ghanaian women and has a heartbreaking story of her own. When she was very, very young she was sold to a shrine as a trokosi. She lived her life as a trokosi until she was freed about 9 or 10 years ago. After she was liberated from the shrine, she came to know Christ and began following Him! ECM helped her recovery process and put her through some school. After she finished some school, they asked her to serve as a counselor to other liberated trokosi.
The longer I am here, the more I am learning about trokosi. One thing I have learned is that all trokosi have many scars (physical, emotional, and spiritual). But physically, almost all trokosi will have at least 6 scars on their face (3 on each cheek) and many more on other parts of the body. Sister Judith told me that it is a way to identify a trokosi, it is a way the priest states his claim over them or it is a way of punishment. As Sister Judith told me her story, she went on to say how she hated her scars. She has always wanted to get the scars on her face removed, because anywhere and everywhere she goes, she feels judged. Everyone knows where she has been and she feels ashamed. The scars on her face are a constant reminder of her horrific past. But there is something beautiful about her scars. When she visits other liberated trokosi, they know within the first glance of her that she has been there. She knows. She knows their pain, their anger, their fears, their shame, their scars… She has been there, and she has also been redeemed. She has experienced salvation, healing, and freedom. So, if she has been in their shoes and is now walking in the Light, they can see hope. She is using her experience to bring healing to others. Beauty for ashes.

After spending two weeks working in the southern Volta Region—doing school ministry, hut-to-hut ministry, and some work with the trokosi—I returned to Haven of Hope and have been here with the kids for over a week now. The night I came back, I had my first encounter with a stomach bug… Actually, a parasite. They might be so small that even a microscope can hardly see them, but they are mean little critters. For two days I was sick as a dog and in bed. It was miserable. Not just because I was sick, but because I could not be with the kids. I hated it. The kids would peek through my window and the doorway to check on me several times a day, they would bring me the sweetest (and funniest letters) to try to make me feel better. After the second full day of hardly getting out of bed, 3 of the older girls at the home (Bernice, Abigail, and Mary) came and gather hands around me and prayed for me. It was a very moving and powerful prayer. The next morning I woke up fine!
These kids have been through so much. So much pain and so much hardship, and they continue to encounter hard changes and other heartbreaks. They, of all people, understand what pain, fear, rejection, and loss mean. But there is something beautiful about it. Not only do they know heartbreak, but they have experienced healing and acceptance here at the home. I have noticed how the older kids take care of the younger ones. I have noticed how they can see when someone else is hurting. They know. When I was sick, they noticed and they wanted me to be healed. They did not want me to be in pain. I understand that I am still the new white girl, but that is not the only reason they were concerned. I have seen them cry on behalf of each other. When Peter left and was so sick, the children cried and have prayed for him several times a day since. While they might still be bleeding, they are looking for ways to bandage the wounds of others. Beauty for ashes.

As I sit and listen to Sister Judith’s stories…
As I meet so many idol worshippers and lost people in the villages…
As I pray with women who are worried about feeding their children…
As I listen to a men tell about their worries and fears…
As I hold little Moses in my arms, with his sweet frail arms wrapped around my neck. As he runs to me and gives me huge pucker kisses, plays with my eye lashes, and runs his little fingers through my hair…
As 3 young amazing girls gather hands around me and pray for MY healing…
As I look into some of the children’s eyes and see so much pain…
As I sit and simply listen to the kids and their constant laughter…
…I am finding myself.

Hosea 6:1,


Hannah

First Update from Africa (email from Hannah)

Hi precious family and friends,
I would like to start off thanking each one of you who responded to my first email. You are so encouraging. It really makes my heart smile to hear from you... I am going to go ahead and apologize for not writing back to everyone. I will write back when I can, but I am limited in the amount of time I can spend on the internet. But THANK YOU!
I have been in Ghana for almost 2 weeks now, and I feel like I have already learned so much. I knew it would be life changing, but wow!The first several weeks that I am here I will be working with a short-term mission team made up of 6 college aged people. This will kind of serve as my initiation and my training. After they head back to the States, I will begin my assignment!The first 5 days that I have been here, I was at Haven of Hope Home (HHH), which is the children's home that I was originally going to live at. There are between 40 and 50 kids at the home, and each one has a story. Some of the stories are so heartbreaking, I can barely listen... The first time I met the children, I was walking up (before I had been introduced to any of them) and a small, frail boy comes running as fast as his little legs could carry him and he gave my legs the biggest bear hug they have ever received. He looked up at me with his big, sweet brown eyes and lifted his arms up to me. And yes, you guessed it... My heart melted. I picked that sweet little thing up and he told me his name was Moses. Moses is 4 years old (we think) and before he came to the home his parents tried to murder him. I do not know all of the details but I do know he was left for dead. A lady found him and brought him to the home. That is just one of the stories... There are so many innocent children, who have been through worse things than some of the most evil people. But do you know what? The kids at this home are so happy. They are so sweet and loving, which makes it harder to understand the things that they have been through, but it makes me see how might my God is.They have seen the healing hand of God!After spending my first several days at the home, I went on a 6-7 hour journey to the city of Aflao. Alfao is where I will be living after these first several weeks. This is where trokosi are and where idol worship and satanic worship is huge. In the mornings, we have been going into the schools and proclaiming the Gospel. Yes, I said it, in the schools! Me and my Ghanaian partner Gideon have gone into several classes and have also gone into several villages and gone door-to-door (or hut-to-hut). In the schools, many have come to know Christ! I come to tears when I think about it. God is so good and so powerful. However, the village ministry that we have done has been more of a rollercoaster. I had the opportunity to talk with a village priest a couple of days ago. He worships idols... We talked for over an hour and he told me at the end of our discussion that he someday wanted to follow and worship Christ, but he was not yet bold enough... I have also talked to some involved in satanic worship, cults, and many different forms of idol shrine worship. Most of them will listen, but are so terrified of the evil powers of the gods that they will not change their ways. They are imprisoned. They are bound in chains. They are blind. They are lost...
"Amazing grace, how sweet the soundThat saved a wretch like me.I once was LOST, but now I'm FOUNDWas BLIND, but now I SEE...My chains are gone, I've been set free."
Please pray with me for these people. Pray the chains of evil will fall from their hands and feet. Pray that their spiritual eyes will be opened. Pray against the powers of darkness.
Ok, I'm going to end this letter on a lighter note and tell you some of the humorous things that I have encountered.First of all, my eye lashes. They are amazed at my eye lashes. They want to touch them and stare at them. They love my eye lashes. Ha. Another thing, I think I have been proposed to about 7 times. I don't even shower everyday! Also, I think I am becoming a domestic woman! I hand-wash my own clothes. It's actually kind of fun, but my arms get sore. And lastly, EVERYWHERE we go the people stare and call out "Yevu! Yevu!", which means "white person". Yeah, they don't see too many white folk around these parts.
Thank you for reading....Please continue praying. I know that you are and your prayers are being answered. Please pray for the rest of this week and next week as we will continue going into the schools and going hut-to-hut in the villages.You all are amazing and thank you for being in my life.
In Him,
Hannah

Trusting in the Lord

I received an email from our little missionary abroad and she seemed to be doing well. She is extremely humbled and grateful for the prayers and support. And expressed her excitement about this common place of prayer being made on her behalf. Her status on Facebook read simply this "I will say of the Lord 'My Refuge and my Fortress, my God in whom I will trust'". How awesome to know that we have a place of safety and refuge from all harm in our precious and mighty Lord Jesus Christ. Continue to pray for Hannah - for her work, her safety, her health and for those that she is reaching out to in the name of Jesus. May her ministry continue to be an anointed and blessed one. We love you Hannah!!

Hannah Goes to Africa!!

June 28, 2010

Click the link below to see a picture slideshow of Hannah at the airport heading to Ghana!

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Hannah's Newsletter Prior to Leaving for Ghana

June 12, 2010

Hi everyone!

First of all, I just wanted to thank each and every one of you. Your prayer, financial, and emotional support has absolutely blessed me. I am leaving for Ghana, West Africa in about 2 weeks, and there is no way I would be going if it wasn’t for YOU! So, thank you… From the bottom of my heart. I also wanted to give you the option of being removed from this email list. If for some reason you do not want to receive updates, please let me know! Also, please let me know of any email address changes or of anyone else that would like to get updates that I have not yet added to the list.
I wanted to start off and catch everyone up on the changes that have occurred in the last couple of months. Below I have attached an excerpt of a blog that I wrote about a month ago. Some of you have already read it or have talked with me about it, but I know there are some who need to be caught up!

“The Lord has called me to Africa, to love those who do not know love, and to bring hope to those who do not know hope. He has called me to the broken and to a ministry of reconciliation. Last November, I was accepted by Every Child Ministries (ECM) to work with the “forgotten children” (who have been rescued from slavery, prostitution, war, abandonment, ect.) of Africa—to love and teach them. I love children… I am comfortable with children. I am accepted by children. So, I cannot tell you how excited I was to have this opportunity!
However, recently they asked me to pray about serving as a women’s rehabilitation counselor. I would be working with women who have been rescued from slavery/prostitution in idol shrines. I would go into their homes, build relationships with them, share the Gospel, and learn how to meet their needs. I would still be able to spend time with the children, but just not all of my time like the original plan. I’m going to be honest, this scares me. Bad. It scares me because it will push me past where I am comfortable. I will have to rely on something (or someONE) other than myself. But isn’t that the point? I CAN’T do it alone. And I don’t have to…

Isaiah 6:8 “Then I heard the voice of the Lord, saying, ‘Whom shall I send, and who will go for Us?’ Then I said, Here am I. Send me!”

That is my answer. Here am I, Lord. Send me. Whatever it entails. Whoever it involves. Wherever it leads. I will go… Please take my empty hands, my weaknesses, my fears, my inconsistencies, my shame, and my strengths and use them for Your glory.”

My new assignment is working with the liberated trokosi rehabilitation. In order for me to explain what exactly I will be doing, let me explain to you what a trokosi is…
In the southern Volta regions of Ghana and a few other surrounding countries, thousands of women and children of a certain tribe are held as slaves in heart-breaking conditions. They are victims of a practice called ritual servitude, and are held in idol shrines as living human sacrifices. Most of them are taken (or given) just before adolescence, while many are taken in early childhood—as early as 4 years old. There is a traditional African religious belief that when a tribal priest speaks to gods through divination or trances, he is the mouthpiece of the gods. These gods are believed to hold powers to give blessings and curses, life and death, health and sickness. For these reasons, these gods are greatly feared and are held as idols. These girls that are enslaved to these gods and priests are called “trokosi” or “wives of the gods”, which is a term that shows the sexual side of the practice. Trokosi are forced to serve the priest sexually in any way he demands, while being deprived of any normal human affection. (The priest’s sexual organs are believed to be dedicated to the gods). They are forced to do heavy manual labor in the priest’s fields all day without compensation, while strictly forbidden to eat even a crumb of what they raise. Most are refused all food, so they are left with no option but to beg or search through the garbage. Trokosi are also forced to chant praises to the idol gods and offer sacrifices. If the slaves refuse anything commanded by the priest, do not make their work quota, do not satisfy him sexually, or displease him in any way—they are given a choice. This is the only time they are given a choice. They can choose between a whip or broken glass. “Rebellious” shrine slaves can be whipped long and hard while others hold them down, or they can kneel for hours on large pieces of broken glass (with no medical treatment afterwards).
You may be wondering why these girls have become trokosi. Let me briefly explain what I have been taught and have read:

1) Some are given or taken because not they, but someone else (almost always a male) in their family, committed or was accused of an offense, real or alleged.

2) Some serve as second and third generation “human sacrifices” for the sins of ancestors.

3) Some are given as a persuasive payment to the priest, seeking the favor of the gods in order to assure successful crops.

4) Some are given to end a suspected or real curse occurring in the family.

5) Some are given as a way to find healing from sickness or a way to end fertility problems. The person healed or child born as a result, however, must serve the shrine god—doing whatever he asks—for the rest of his or her life. If he or she does not, the healing will end or the child will die, according to shrine beliefs.

Fear is the foundation. In each of these cases the priest consults with the spirit of the idol through divination, and almost always demands the servitude of a virgin. A fresh virgin is believed to bring blessing and renewal. So, families will go along with the priest’s horrible demands out of fear that if they do not, they or a family member will be cursed and/or die. Heartbreaking…

The organization that I am going with (ECM) works to liberate these women and children and to rebuild their broken lives…

I will be going into the homes of the women and girls who have been freed. With the saving, restoring, healing, and accepting power of Christ, I will be seeking to build relationships with these precious people. I will strive to help them heal emotionally, socially, and spiritually. They will be my friends and who I spend my time with… And I cannot wait!

But let me plead with you… I need YOU. I covet your prayers. If Christ does not do ALL of the work (using me as an instrument), nothing of value will occur. How can I relate to them? What will I say? How will I hold it together and not fall apart? How do I show them that my God is the God? This is my problem… I am my problem… Please, dear reader, pray that I will get out of the way… That I will let HIM relate us, let HIM speak through me, let HIM hold me together, let HIM show them that He is God! And pray that I will have the wisdom to know what all of that really means. Please pray for these people…

There are undoubtedly curses going against the individuals and organizations who dare to come to the aid of these people. Please pray that the curses will be ineffectual and will have an opposite effect of which they were intended. Please pray for the priests and leaders of the idol shrines as well, that they may come to repentance and salvation.

Thank you for sticking with me and reading all of this… I promise that all of my newsletters will not be this long. But I just felt like I needed to let you know what was going on and how you can begin to pray.

All I have to say now is:
Buckle up! Here we go…

Isaiah 61:1-4,

Hannah