On a more serious note...

Surprise! I am randomly able to get internet here for a bit this morning, so I wanted to share a story with you about last night. It is kind of long and a bit shocking/intense, but I simply retelling you exactly what I heard last night.

Yesterday, we arrived in Orange Walk at around 3:00pm and are staying in Pastor Angels house for the next two nights until we leave for our first trip in the Alta Mira village Sunday morning.

To finalize all the plans for this first trip, Elizabeth (one of the other interns), Pastor Angel, his wife Leonora, and I traveled to Alta Mira yesteray to meet with the pastor of Alta Mira Church, Pastor Ermilio Guerra. It was about a thirty minute drive (along what seemed to be the jungle!) and was very hot, the village is a small place with few houses and sugar cane fields, etc. When we arrived at Pastor Ermilios house, he welcomed us in and we met his whole family, except for his wife who was bathing at the time. Things in Belize are not planned out like they are in America, we do not call and tell him we are coming we just showed up at his house on a whim haha.

Anyways we were sitting there talking with the family and finally his wife walks out and sees us. She walked over and looked at me and Elizabeth, smiled really big and gave us both a huge hug! I was a little caught off guard and then, to our surprise, she looked at Ermilio and said "I have seen them before. I know both of them already." Elizabeth and I looked at each other like uhhhh....okay? And the look of confusion must have been pretty clear because Ermilio said, "girls, before we begin talking business, I need to tell you a story. I must tell you our story."

Their story, in the words of Pastor Ermilio:

"I work construction far away and one day I got called to come home, something had happened to my wife, it was an emergency. So I rode my bicylce fast as I could home. My wife had never had any health problems ever, but she had simply fallen unconsious for no reason and was not waking up. I fell to my knees and cried out to God and we rushed her to the nearest hospital, where they did all they could but pronounced her dead. For fourty five minutes, she had been pronounced dead, and suddenly she began to breath again. It was a miracle! But although she was breathing, she never woke up and was officially in a coma.

My wife stayed in a coma for twenty three days. They sent her home with me to die and I didn't know what to do. I laid her down in our home to die when suddenly, she sat up, looked at me and spoke. "What are all of these people doing here?!" she said with confusion. I was in shock! She was awake!! I scrambled to find the words to say and simply replied "My wife! what people??" She said "All of the Americans in the house. They are everywhere, they are walking around and staying in out attic. Where did they come from?" and then she passed back out and was in her coma again for the folowing weeks. No Americans had ever come to our village or church before.

And then, two weeks after she said that, I got a call saying a group from America wanted to come to mission work at our church. They came, they stayed in our house, slept in our attic, and while they were here my wife awoke again with a smile and said 'I have seen them before. I know them.' (at this point Elizabeth and I both have goosebumps...)

She stayed in her coma for weeks. Doctor after doctor traveled here to see her and they did countless of tests on her at hospitals. No idea what was wrong. One day she woke and said "when is the service today? take me to the service." I was shocked again and because it was a Wednesday, I told her "we do not have church today dear" but she replied "take me to the service!" and fell back into her coma. So I called my pastor friend at a church further away and found out they have Wednesday service, so we went. I wheelchaired her there unconsious, and in the middle of the service she woke up, STOOD UP, and walked to a perfetly healthy and normal woman and said "the Lord says to get ready" and passed back out, falling to the floor. That woman dedicated her life to Christ that night. She died two weeks later.

Eventaully, with time, my wife woke up for good and began to get healthier and healthier. Sometimes she had these visions and they always came true. I will tell you more about them later. I truly believe God shows my wife things. It had been a few years that she has been healthy with no more problems, and I have not heard her talk of one of these visions in years... until today. Earlier today, she looked at me and said "who are those two girls?" ... I replied "what girls? there is no one here" and she said "there are two young women. They are in our house, here to help us." I did not know what she was talking about. And tonight, you two arrived. And that is why when she saw you, she smiled so big and gave you a hug. She has seen you before, she already knows you. God is intentional. You are here for a purpose." -Pastor Ermilio Guerra

Woah.