Thank God for our prayer warriors and for our minivan.
Before we had the minivan, I would take a bus to and from Madeline's school to pick her up. That involves walking a few blocks to and from bus stops, which is good exercise. And really, it is cheaper to just take a bus, which we still do on occasion, to save money on gas. Earlier this afternoon, I had debated on taking the bus to pick up Madeline, as that would have saved gas and given me a little exercise. But as I was deciding, the whole family voiced that they wanted to go along as well, and so we took the van.
After getting home, Madeline and I ran up the block to buy some meat for supper. I had just come inside and sat down when I began a conversation with one of our new prayer warriors who was telling me about a dream from the night before that involved me being violently, physically attacked. As we were chatting, everything was breaking loose outside. I looked off our balcony and saw dozens of police cars and motorcycles racing, sirens blazing, in front of our apartment building and around the corner to what appeared to be some horrific crime. This was something very unusual in our part of Montevideo. So as our conversation continued, our prayer warrior told me about how she prayed for us after the terrifying dream.
After a couple hours, the headlines were all over the news. There had been a violent robbery around the block that involved a shoot-out where a police officer was killed and two others were injured. One of the robbers was killed and two others were arrested, with a fourth escaping. Apparently, it had occurred just as I was walking to and from the meat market.
When I take the bus to get Madeline, we walk a few blocks from the bus stop to our apartment. Our path often takes us right in front of the post office where the shooting occurred. As far as I can figure, if we had taken the bus, we could have been walking in front of the location where the shooting took place at about the same time it occurred. Praise God for the minivan.
When I went and purchased the meat, I went by two banks. The shooting happened as I was in route.
Why they robbed a post office instead of a bank, I don't know. Could it be possible that our prayer warrior was warned about an attack planned by the enemy in the dream and the prayers changed the location of the robbery? If I had gone in the bus, it's very possible that Madeline and I would have been walking in front of the location right as the event happened.
Who knows? But I am so thankful for God's special warriors who are battling with us thousands of miles away. I don't think we will know just how much is accomplished through the prayers of our intercessors in the spiritual realm that we never see. All I know is that without them, we fight defenseless. Please keep praying and communicating with us what God is telling you in your assignment to pray for us.
If you'd like to see the story of the robbery/shooting, click on the link: