Some honesty...

...invites me to briefly tell you of two recent miracles that occurred in my life. In Guatemala, all those moons ago. I, like an idiot, went swimming with our room keys in my pocket in the massivest waves in the universe, 20mins or something before we had to check out. If you don´t check out in time they make you pay for another night. Obviously i lost the keys. Obviously they had a spare which took four years to find. tick tick tick. Obviously i got down on my knees on the sand and said: God I´ve made a mistake can you help me out? Make the keys that would never ever ever wash up wash up, so we don´t have to pay more etc. I didn´t say ´´etc´´ to God, i was a bit more emotional and went on a bit. I went back inside, i couldn´t see the keys. Not so obviously, just as we were trying to pay, some kind of angel kid walked in with our keys in his hand. He said they had washed up along the beach so he brough them to our hostel. How he knew they were the keys to our hostel i will never know. They weren´t marked and there were loads of hostels. God answered my prayer, because he is amazingly good. In Peru we had the worst day ahead of us you could imagine: Get up at 3.30am and get three flights to the most dangerous city on Earth, Rio, to arrive at some other weird place at 11pm, having slept on a bus the night before. Pretty much the worst day on Earth to wake up with the worst food poisoning you´ve ever had in your life. Vomitting and the D word like crazy. And the feeling of a rusty axe wedged in your forehead, wobbling back and forward. In so much pain you can barely move your lips, never mind talk. With vomit soaking the back of your throat up to you eye balls and making you retch all the more. Trying to go through security and immigration, between outbursts of throwing up. I couldn´t believe i made it to the departure lounge. I was just considering not going on the flight, when odd stuff started to happen. I heard an audible voice tell me to sit up. Lucia was at the toilet and the others were further away. It was no one i knew. I sat up anyway. I looked around and there was no on there. In a weird way i very naturally assumed it was an angel and didn´t think to much of it. Sitting up was good. I pleaded with God to take away the sickness. Then i thought about His love for me for a bit. Then i started crying in complete joy and something broke over me. It felt like something snapped. Then (excuse the Christian jargon) the Holy Spirit came over me and it felt warm and nice. I´m very familiar with this happening, but it´s never happened in an airport. I asked God to release His supernatural power into this situation. He did. Out loud i described what was happening. As i descibed the feeling of complete joy i was amazed because i could speak. I was standing now. I finished speaking with: And now i´m.....better!. I´m completely better. And i was! I was completely completely healed. I could still taste the puke in my throat, but that was all. I jumped (that´s right jumped, like the leper Jesus healed) on the chair and shouted a thank you to Jesus. The others were so embarassed. Lucia even went back to the toilet. I was laughing so hard, under the influence of the Holy Spirit. And the others were concerned i would be committed to an asylum, but i couldn´t stop. I went over to the infomation counter, because i realised they didn´t have the most important information that Jesus loved them and us and you, so i wrote it down on their stuff. Completely healed, raised some stares, but didn´t care. I ate all my food on the planes and had a great flipping day. Thank you God. You are so Good.

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