Every day life

Three times now God has shown me and spoken to me about oil dripping from my hands. One time it was so real I literally had to look down at my hands on the steering wheel of my car because I thought oil was dripping all over the car. (it wasn’t of course- it was just in the spiritual realm) The oil has been told to me by God to be myrrh. Like the oil dripping on the hands of the beloved in the Song of Solomon. Oil that speaks of love and sacrifice and even pain but brings forth so much more.

Also, on Mother’s Day this year at our church service- right when I was doing “just fine” …”just worshipping away” the Lord really apprehended me and spoke to me to “Feed My children”. As I sang (my own song) in response to this I saw kids being fed all over the world. In Africa, in Belize, in orphanages, in schools, everywhere. I saw bags and bags of food being handed down to me from heaven to distribute to these children. Big white bags (like 50 lb flour, rice, beans, etc…) they just kept coming. I began to cry as I remembered a conversation I had years and years ago with a friend and how I told her that it “never even enters my mind that there are people who are hungry or not eating. It isn’t even on my radar”. I was crying, not because of that comment- but because it just proved how clearly "it is no longer I wholives but Christ who lives in me" and that this compassion and love and desire for the nations comes from God alone. It wasn’t even anything I even cared about and yet now I am wrecked for it- for these people that God so loves.

I still don’t know how this will play out but I do know that Jesus can multiply a little boy’s lunch exponentially! So that’s where we’ll start…but we are believing for big things thru Christ!

A couple weeks later we still needed funds in our ministry account by May 31st. I was praying and just telling God- “God- I KNOW you are faithful and I believe but help my disbelief” I was telling Mike how funny it is- like weight training- each new trip God continues to be faithful but He always finds a way to stretch my faith just a little bit more! So anyway- day after day nothing was really changing. Mike and I were in unity that yes we are going to Romania (KC and I and team) and yes, we have to walk in faith. Still nothing changes….

Then on Monday afternoon we were going to my nephew’s grad party in Illinois. We were running a bit late. As we are driving down Hwy 20 we see what appears to be a homeless man, really disheveled, dirty and pushing a shopping cart with a box in it. I saw him, Mike saw him and the light turned green and we drove on. I said “you know, that’s the guy I’d give some money to- I just feel the Holy Spirit telling me to help him- maybe to feed him” But we kept driving. I couldn’t let it go- I said “maybe we should just buy him some food”. Mike was like “yeah well, taco Bell is right here”. We kept driving. The conviction was so strong so I cross over three lanes of traffic and turn right into the Taco Bell. We then have to go back and find this guy. Of course he is nowhere to be found now. It’s not like he was going to get on a bus with the shopping cart. We go up and down street after street and can’t find him. I’m like “Lord- what do you want us to do?” Eventually we just prayed for him and drove to my nephew’s house. We never did find him or anyone else for that matter that needed tacos…we didn’t eat them either

The reason I bring it up is because all the while KC is sitting in the back seat going “maybe it was a test”…maybe God just wanted to know if you’d obey….maybe it was an angel….and we’re like “yeah KC- maybe” but Mike and I know there was a real guy. But KC keeps going on- about the angels- about God testing us, etc. Then, at one point, even unintentional for her, she says (and I wish I could give you an audio feed now) she says “Ha- so you really thought he was real huh?” Almost like she was in on this joke with God and was like “cool, You fooled them- they thought it was real God!” For whatever reason- when she said this I began laughing so hard! I felt this immediate break in the spirit realm and just felt peace and joy and like “I don’t even know what just happened- but yeah- SOMETHING happened and we passed the test!”

The very next day I got an email from some friends saying they were sending $1100 for the ministry! Days later, I connected the words from God to me on Mother’s Day to FEED HIS CHILDREN. Maybe it was a test?!!!!!! Maybe God will multiply our willingness to buy $3 worth of tacos here to feed thousands elsewhere in the days ahead! We actually believe He will!

God never calls us to do anything “in the nations” that we aren’t willing and obedient to do right here. Even when I (Eileen) go to the countries without Mike, he always goes with me. It’s not just a “cute saying”. The reality is that each day God knits us together and has us talking and talking and listening and praying thru all this stuff and every day issues. I can’t do anything that I do on these trips without having the daily life I have here with Mike. If I am not living HERE each day in the fullness of what God wants then I can’t just get on a plane and go somewhere else and expect it to be any different. He really refines me and helps me to walk in what God is showing me/us. I just wanted to honor him a little here and share what a vital part of this ministry he is because he would never tell you that himself.