We received an exciting text from Keita. (We posted about what God recently did with him and his family here in Florida, and we have been keeping in touch.) Anyway, Keita texted that a sister-in-the-Lord friend of his was going to be attending a convention here and that she’d like to catch up with us. We were able to spend a whole day with her before her convention started, and it was a mightily blessed time together as we talked and prayed, encouraged her from the Word, and filled in the gaps of her understanding about various scriptures.

She was excited to get home and pray over her husband and children, for them to receive the infilling of the Holy Spirit and to be water baptized. Keita didn’t even know she was planning a trip to Florida when he first told her about us, so God’s hand was most definitely upon the entire situation!

Also, just as I met Keita on my daily “lake loop walk” at the resort next door to us, I met another Spiritfilled man two days ago. I passed him twice as I walked around, and each time I felt drawn to speak with him. I noticed that he was listening to (or watching) something on his cell phone which was propped up against a sofa pillow as he rested under one of the palapas. Being a small, slight female I don’t just wander up to any strange man when I’m on my own. I wait for the leading of the Holy Spirit, so I purposed that if he was still there on my third lap around and if I still felt a strong call to talk to him, I would wander on over.

He was still there! This time, I was convinced that he was listening to a Christian band or perhaps a sermon. I smiled as I approached and asked him if he was listening to Christian music. He said he was and started to show me who it was. We quickly got into conversation about what we do as a family, and the struggles he was experiencing in his life. I discovered that he was already born of water and of the Holy Spirit, but he had only spoken in tongues the one time.

Through me, the Holy Spirit spoke many powerful things to him, and the man was eager for me to pray over him, too, to get him praying in tongues again. We prayed right there under the palapa, making the most of the moment. We then continued to speak for a long time, he cried quiet tears of relief and joy and gratitude to God for sending me his way, and we parted with him feeling revived and strengthened to “go and do likewise in Jesus’ name.” We also exchanged numbers and he now has our website. It felt very surreal, similar to the lyrics of one of my favorite songs — “the world grows strangely dim in the light of His glory and grace.”