Day 1

Arrived in Managua yesterday. When we landed, the first thing we noticed were all the crashed and disabled aircraft littering the side to the runway. Ghostly. And the city has proven to be ghostly as well. The presence of God is very strong here, but so is the evil. I feel one bolstered and ready on one side and like I'm about to be torn apart on the other side. The spiritual battle is very thick here. I imagine that it is not unlike Haiti. And yet, everywhere I look, I see the love of the Father on these people and I feel him crying for them. As Isaiah said, "I am undone!"

I have no idea what this week holds, but I do know that the Father did not send me here to be me. I must walk in the spirit every second that I am here or I will fall victim to an attack of the enemy.

I ask that if you read this, pray that we have the eyes of the Father to see the Nicaraguan people as he does, His wisdom to discern what is from Him and what is not, His heart to love the ones that are around us, and His power that we may spread the kingdom with every step that we take.