This morning was my second meeting here in Mongu. In my morning prayer time the Lord showed me a lady in the meeting, what she would be wearing and where she would be sitting, and gave me a prophetic word for her. He doesn’t often work this way with me – usually I am scanning the congregation during the worship, and the Holy Spirit will keep drawing my attention to a particular person and give me a word for them – but when He does this it is a real encouragement to find the person where I had seen them, wearing what I had seen them in. It makes it very easy to deliver the word with confidence.
As usual, there were plenty of items by just about every group in the church. I love the enthusiasm of African worship! This photo is almost a perfect representation of Africa in the current time: a guy in suit and tie enthusiastically playing the traditional drum.
I felt prompted by the Lord to share my story this morning. I’m always a little hesitant to do so in a missions situation, because of the cultural differences, but it was well received and afterwards Muzamai said that it would have spoken to a number of the people who have had difficult childhoods and as a result feel that God could not use them. It was recorded, so if you would like to watch here’s the link:
There was originally going to be a meeting this afternoon, but they decided that they wanted to take me around to show me some of the sites in Mongu so cancelled the meeting. Unfortunately the driver who was supposed to take us got caught up with something else, so we didn’t do the site-seeing. Disappointing on both counts.
The rain that has been threatening for the last three days finally came. Temperature dropped by at least ten degrees, making it very pleasant until the rain started. The storm was short-lived, and the temperature is now much more comfortable than it has been.
Before we left, everyone had to get photos with me – from group pics with every different group in the church, to selfies with what felt like a hundred different individuals. They have embraced me in an amazing way.
Tomorrow is another early start, but not quite as early as coming here. Muzamai tells me we will need to leave about 5. Tomorrow night we are going to his home so that I can meet his wife and family, then on Tuesday morning we will head back to Livingstone.