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Thursday morning I woke up semi-early and walked for about an hour to the plaza in Santiago to meet Kim. We drank coffee, ate empanadas, and chatted. It was a lovely morning. Then we went into the big Catholic church across the street. We had a good talk about our views on Catholicism, especially the Mexican brand which, in my opinion, is virtually idolatry. After a time, we prayed, both for each other, our friends, and the Catholics in Mexico blinded by idolatry and believing that there is a gap separating them from direct access to God. I really wasn´t sure what I´d pray at first, but as I began, the Holy Spirit put images and prayers and words into my mind and I was moved to tears as I prayed. It was really a beautiful time of intercession.

I decided to take the bus home, since it was raining. I guess I chose the wrong bus or something, because it jumped on the highway and didn´t stop in El Cercado like I wanted it to. So I got off the bus a couple of stopes later, in Los Alamos (where I´ve never been). I wandered the streets for a couple of hours before I found my way home. But i remained in prayer for the majority of the time, especially praying against the spirits of fear, hopelessness, despair, and self-pity. I would pray, then a few minutes later they´d creep back in and I´d pray them away again. A lot like spiritual warfare, and I was pretty exhausted when I got home.

When I finally did get home, I went upstairs to take a quick nap and wash some clothes. I woke up 3 hours later, with no time to do my route before church. So I folded my clothes and got ready for church with 30 minutes to spare.

While I was wondereing what I should do for those 30 imnutes, I heard God say, "Pray." So I did. I began praying for Reyna´s leg, which was really bother her to the point that she wasn´t going to church. Then I moved on to the unreached. I felt a block, where I didnt´t know what to pray and did´n´t feel like praying. So I prayed over that. Very soon, the prayers came, relating the spirits I had rebuked that afternoon to the many spirits oppressing the Tibetan people. Again, I was moved to ears in intercession for the Tibetans, and the time turned into a very beautiful experience of intercession and worship and dedication of my life.

All in all, even though I didn´t accomplish what I set out to do, I count the day as a success. I really felt God´s presence and enjoyed spending time with Him.