Shawba with the Abu George Tribe (part 11)

After our visit to the church, we went to a little market to get blessed by a native Aramaic speaker. As he was praying for us, DJ got a word about his shoulder and we prayed for his healing. He was very willing to both bless us and to receive from us. It was awesome. We thanked him and left. As we were walking to the car, Abu George came running out and invited us to his home to pray for his granddaughter.

Here’s the scene: DJ, me, our Bedouin host, and our local, Muslim tour guide going into the house of an Orthodox family to pray for the little girl. When we got to his house, they were just finishing lunch and invited us to sit down. I looked around at the room, leaned over to DJ, and said, “Looks like a great place to have a healing meeting.” And we did.

Abu George and his family were wide open for the Kingdom. We started off by praying for his granddaughter, and then, as we were praying for her, we started getting words for the other people in the room. One by one, we had them sit down next to us and we prayed for their healing and gave prophetic words for two and a half hours. All the while, our Muslim tour guide translated for me! For Jameel, I got the word that he was someone who liked to be on time and even tried to hurry his family up to the point of exasperation. I also got the word that he carried many keys. It turned out that the first was true, and the second one was that he carried spiritual authority. For the grandmother, I got a word about forgiveness and she confessed that she needed to forgive someone, but wasn’t really willing. Her unforgiveness was manifesting in physical ways and I quoted the relevant Scriptures for her and by the end, even the translator was like, “You’ve got to forgive this person!” However, she felt the presence, but didn’t see the breakthrough. For another lady, I saw clothing of some sort and that she liked popcorn. Neither of those words were on (she didn’t even know what popcorn was, I think). I kept praying and I saw her praying alone with two angels by her side by her bed. I also got the word that she was a dreamer/seer. She excitedly confirmed that she didn’t like praying with other people as much as by herself and she told me she dreamed of saints that would come visit her. For the next lady, the mother of the little girl, I got the word that she, too, was a dreamer/seer and had a prophetic gifting. I also got the word that she could feel the emotions of others very easily. All of these turned out to be on as well. She even told me that she often “imagined” the Virgin Mary standing on the tops of the mountains around their city and that she had dreams of the local saint. I explained to her that the imagination is often the place where God speaks to us and that she shouldn’t think that all of what takes place there is fictitious.

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