Mexico Trip: Exhilarating Joy and Miracles!

Blessings of ecstatic joy as you read this.

God is good. Always good. He is in a good mood.


Heaven is the happiest place on earth and it’s INSIDE us!

I got back from Mexico a week ago. It was one of the best weeks of my life!


Incredible team unity, ease, peace, and an abundance of laughter!

AND we saw hundreds of healings!!!

THANK you to all who gave financially and all who prayed. Your investment continues to explode in joyful salvation in La Paz! Well done, cheerful givers!!! : )



I was bored waiting at the LAX airport so I asked a friend to walk around with me and find people to pray for. We saw several people healed – including a Jewish woman born in Israel who was wearing a wrist brace!! hahaha!

Ministry at the Bethel School of Supernatural Ministry – school plant:

probably of the 100 people present, over half were healed. Moreover, Holy Spirit tackled many people and they found themselves laughing uncontrollably and therein getting cleaned out and made new. For those who haven’t deeply laughed for months or even years, this is massive breakthrough!! haha! the laughter of the Lord!

Cleaning the ceiling at an orphanage, my neck is amazingly pliable! Then prophesying over the kids.Powerful! Those kids will change Mexico for Jesus!

Ministry at Peace Temple Church, a Methodist Church that is part of the revival and unity movement in La Paz: Our team split into three groups and this is the church I was assigned to. Prior to the service I prayer walked the building and clearly heard God say, “tonight is a night for deliverance.” Then as I stood in front of the church my eyes were drawn to a family in the courtyard of their house. I felt that someone there had hip pain and I should go invite them to the service. So, I snagged a translator and a man on my team and headed over. We invited a woman to the service and discovered her mom wasn’t at the party, partially because she has HIP PAIN. Yeah! We prayed for her mom. The family was having a reunion so, they didn’t come to the service, but we did see dozens of healings that night and several people got delivered of demons! And the jubilant presence of God was thick in that place!!!

Ministry to the youth at Semillas De Vida (our main contact in La Paz):

Basically, the youth got turned inside out! Many were healed, many happily collapsed to the floor as God worked inner healing and physical healing in them. They arose joyful and newly in love with their Creator King! Hooray!

The Hospital:

One of our translators didn’t show up, so instead of having two groups go inside, one  group had to stay out – which was awesome because revival happens everywhere. In the words of Dr. Seuss, “in a box, with a fox” haha…. REVIVAL everywhere! So, we had one Mexican woman with us from the church, but she didn’t speak English. Well, supernaturally my own Spanish ability rose up and I became a translator!!! haha! In two hours outside the hospital we saw nearly a hundred healings.

We just asked God for words of knowledge – what was wrong with various people – and then we approached them with “do you have pain in your _____?” as the case may be. It was amazing! We saw a family of three women and God highlighted one of the women to me and specifically her stomach area. I asked if she had a problem in that area. Initially she said, “no” and then after pausing for a few minutes she said, “well, I can’t have children!!!” I erupted in laughter! As many of you may recall, I have discovered a particular magnetism and theme in my life of healing women with fertility issues. Well, her mom was present so we had her mom bless her verbally – to bless her body and also that she will be an excellent mother. The breakthrough was evident in both women. Reconciliation!

In the midst of our time outside I spotted a young girl with a hearing aid. I was already praying for a woman so I motioned for two of the other women on my team to catch her. After a bit the girl’s hearing improved noticeably, meanwhile we found another man with hearing loss in one ear so, I called over the girl and had the girl tell the man about the improvement in her ear. Then I had the girl place her right hand on his left ear and his right hand on her left ear. Both ears became 20%-50% better!!! hooray!

Sunday Morning at Semillas De Vida:

I got to speak for 10 minutes or so. I felt like I was supposed to speak about birth and resurrection. And I asked people to stand who either had dreams that seemed dead or had fertility issues. It looked like 1/3 of about 200 stood! So I released resurrection and the testimony of the baby who died in the womb in Bethlehem and when we prayed for him, he came back to life. I told the church they are called to raise the dead. And to lead Mexico in revival! It was wonderfully fire-full!!!!

Then I gave a word of knowledge for neck pain. 5-10 people stood and ALL of them were healed!!!

We continued giving words of knowledge and praying for people. Again, there were probably 100 healings! A couple of us prayed for a blind man complete with walking stick – as you may recall, blind eyes healed was one of the things I was contending for in Mexico – well this man began to see SHAPES!!! Yes! And back and foot pain left!!

I also got to pray for a married couple trying to get pregnant for a few years!

That afternoon I got to pray for three more women with fertility issues! hooray! 2010 is a year for babies!

Sunday night street ministry:

I was paired with a translator and a 13 year old girl from Semillas De Vida. We walked the promenade alongside the sea in La Paz and asked God for words of knowledge. Most of our words of knowledge were for inner healing or they were simply words of encouragement or prophecy: artistic gifts, business ideas, family peace. And we saw pain leave several bodies!!! At one point, I saw a man with crutches. We asked to pray for him. I thought his two year old daughter was supposed to lay hands and pray with us. Before I said anything, she toddled over and laid her hand on her dad’s cast. He didn’t have pain present; and didn’t know if there was a change, but praying for him led to praying for his wife. And I felt that something was wrong with her sister, so I asked, “do you have a sister?” “Yes, I have two,” she answered. “Is there anything physically wrong with either of them?” “No,” she replied. And then entered a pause. “Well, one sister can’t have children.” “Oh! Well, I have seen four women healed of fertility issues and they became pregnant 1-2 months after I prayed for them, could I pray for your sister?” We prayed and then I had to be on my way. A few minutes in to walking away, the woman came running after us. “Hey, my friend over here can’t have children either, would you pray for her?” “Can you bring her over?” I asked. So the woman came over and I laid hands on her mid-section and spoke healing to the emotional wounds in her heart. The woman said she felt presence and pressure on her heart. : ) And her faith clearly abounding, she asked, “can you tell if I am pregnant right now?” I chuckled lightly and responded, “I don’t know if you are right now, but I believe you will be very soon.”

Last night dinner:

Our wonderful family at Semillas De Vida made dinner and served us. As we waited for the food to come out they walked around, laid hands on us, and prayed and prophesied over us. The presence of God was so heavy, by the time the food came I could barely hold my head up. After dinner the church lined up and we prayed over each of them. Humorously, I felt like God wanted me to yell over each person, and as I did most of them fell to the floor under the power of God. Some were down a few minutes, some much longer, but everyone got up full of joy and the bliss of God.

By the time I finished praying for people, I was so very inebriated with God I could barely stand so, I didn’t. I laid down next to one of the Mexican women who was laughing. That was it for me. I was out in the spirit for over an hour. I was startled at one point to realize I was being dragged across the floor because they had hung a pinata directly above my head and the hitting of the pinata was starting!!! haha! I helped scoot myself over and then laid back down. Eventually someone pinched my toe and informed me it was time to go. I stumbled out to the van and off we went to an ice cream shop downtown. Barely able to keep my eyes open, my whole body crazily heavy with Holy Spirit, I fell to the ground over and over on the way to the shop; and once at the shop I simply sat on a bench, closed my eyes, and opened my hands to keep receiving more from God for over an hour. haha! Well after we got back to the bed & breakfast… really until I went to bed, I was very blissed out on Jesus. hahahaha! It was wonderful. And I know I experienced new levels of breakthrough in remaining in the garden of His presence, being free of fear of what people think, and understanding that as I drink deeply of the rivers of joy from His presence I welcome people into a LOVE encounter with God as well. Ahhhh… deep sigh. I am so smitten by Jesus. wheeeeeeeeeeee!

The parting words of Pastor Esther Nava that night in La Paz were, “Let me know as soon as you raise the dead. I know you will.”

YES!!!!! Let’s go, Jesus!

All in all, the week in Mexico really transformed my life. I saw missions done with a joy, ease, unity, and power I had never before seen. I am newly enlivened to lead teams and to take the gospel in power to every tongue, tribe, and nation!!!! I can hardly wait to go to every nation!!! My vision for life is clearer, my understanding of my role in the body of Christ is more lucid, and the reality that the kingdom is already inside me is DEEPER than ever!!!

And it was absolutely priceless to see so many people in Mexico encounter the love of God in healing, in encouragement, and simply in radiant love.

The volume of joy I have in this moment is inexpressible. His love is an ocean and I’m drowning in His presence. MORE GOD!! I want MORE!!! More of your Presence!! You are my favorite everything!

Tell your Sarahs: their promises will be fathers

Tell your Sarahs: their promises will be fathers.

I woke up this morning to find four Sarahs, all not pregnant, bustling around in my room.

I think they were looking for something to do.

I didn’t know what to tell them.

I felt at a loss. And tired. (Why was I tired after eight hours of sleep?)

One of them said something about having some rugs she could shake out. “It’s raining. There’s nowhere dry to shake them out” I replied, silently wondering if in her zeal for a task she would still take the big rug in my front room outside for a good dust out-shaking.


I used to be more suspicious of God. And not in a good way. I just didn’t quite trust the Guy. I wanted to. Or at least I thought I did, but He always seemed so wriggly in my brain. I couldn’t understand the sadness, the dozens of bricks of sadness that seemed stuck in the wheelbarrow inside me. I knew He could lift them. And I knew I asked Him to. A lot.

When I was seven years old it seemed a building, a long abandoned building collapsed in some far off land – very far from my hometown of Pleasanton, California. And somehow the bricks and rubble had been blasted into my heart. I was despondent. And I cried myself to sleep weekly. The injustice of millions of orphans seemed to be walking through the valleys of my heart. Painful. Abandoned. Grief-stricken. I felt I might die for lack of hope. I thought I might die at my own hands.

I remember thinking I was boxed in. I would sit on my bed and often, unannounced, the room would get larger and smaller. My eyes were open and I felt I was in an abyss with no humans and no love anywhere to be found. I was horrendously scared. And the appearance of four darkened forms seemed to claw at the last vault of truth inside of me. I saw them clearly. And they were approaching me. I knew with horror what they wanted – my very life. A relative of mine had recently attempted suicide and the figures said they would do to me what they did to my uncle. They were bent on destroying my life.

For this reason, for years I avoided opening the silverware drawer. The grapefruit knives, with their serrated edges tempted me. I imagined them cutting through my wrists. I wondered how much I would have to saw into my skin until I bled to death. I hated those knives. Vehemently, as if they had betrayed me like a lifelong friend.

Yet, there was something I hated more than those knives. Myself. I felt powerless and alone. I didn’t think I deserved to die, but I wasn’t convinced I deserved to live. So if I bumped my leg on a coffee table, something in me said I deserved it and even suggested I hit my leg harder… or hit all of me harder until I physically bashed  myself to pieces.

I did sometimes consider that it was unusual for someone in elementary school to feel this way. I didn’t know of anyone else who saw demons. I didn’t use the word demons at the time though. I actually called the four figures “the hamburger men” because two of them were like horizontal ovals – a tad like a hamburger shape.  I would break out in a sweat when they showed up. My body was fear-stricken. I knew they were from the enemy. And nothing I did or said seemed to make them leave. I cried out to God. I whimpered to the silhouettes, “go away… go away.” I ran to my mom in a feverish madness screaming “the hamburger men! The hamburger men!” but my mom didn’t seem to have a grid for such extreme encounters so she would send me back to my room trying to assure me I was okay.

The irony is: I wasn’t. Okay, that is. I was traumatized and burdened by fear. I followed Jesus since I was two years old. And I knew He was somehow the remedy to all this, but asking Him to rescue me didn’t seem to alleviate the situation.  In fact, it seemed to tear my heart. I pleaded with God, “Why aren’t you doing something about this? Where are you? I love you! Why is this happening?”

The seemingly one-way conversation went on for years – until I was 18. The demonic visitations were about monthly for the first several years, and then they tapered off a little, increased again, and eventually faded away when I was 16. The residue lasted longer. I still felt grief-stricken. I still wrestled with hopelessness. And I still thought about killing myself. I wept a great deal.

I knew God was there. I knew He was with me. I heard Him say the depression would end, but I was overwhelmingly confused by the waiting. “When?! When will it end?!” I screamed and cried into a physical emptiness. I was furious with God. We talked a lot and I knew I heard His voice and I loved Him more than anything. I knew my life would always be for His glory. And I knew He was more beautiful than I could fathom. So, WHY? Why was I waiting? Why did God even speak a promise to me – a promise of deliverance – when I would have to wait years for its fulfillment?

Those years felt like torture. And training for a marathon. Or a war.

A glimmer cracked into the horizon when I was 17. I was at a winter camp with my youth group. Everyone was in groups praying and crying after the evening message. I didn’t feel like joining a group. Instead I grabbed the Bible underneath the chair next to me (which happened to be a different version than my own) and headed for the stairway. And there on those uncarpeted wooden slats I opened unintentionally to Isaiah 9 and verses 1 & 2 grabbed me.

“But there will be no gloom for HER that was in anguish. In the former time he brought into contempt the land of Zeb’ulun and the land of Naph’tali, but in the latter time he will make glorious the way of the sea, the land beyond the Jordan, Galilee of the nations.” (RSV)

and if you read verse 2 in the NIV it beautifully says, “The people walking in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of the shadow of death a light has DAWNED.” (hence my current email address haha!)

I knew I had come to God’s exact words for me at that moment. And I heard Him say, more loudly than ever, “I am bringing this depression to an end.” In my emotional rawness I was equally assured and equally indignant, “oh yeah!? You have been telling me that for ten years! WHEN? When are you going to bring it to an end!?” And with the weight of a bag of flour dropped from a shopping cart TEN STORIES UP, He said, “SOON.”

And I knew it was true. He was my everlasting Father and He would show Himself faithful.

Nearly a year later I was at church in Fresno, CA (my family moved to Fresno when I was nearly 10) when a very prophetic couple was visiting and ministering to people. I was near the back of the room in a crowd of about two hundred. And then, lightning struck my heart. Suddenly one of the couple said, “Would Dawn please come up here?” I didn’t know them. It was a powerful word of knowledge. God was calling me by name. I walked up. They prayed silently for me and then said, “The oppression and depression is over. It has been a long night. It has been a long night, but a new dawn has come.”

A trillion weights flew off me all at once. My body buckled in freedom. I crumbled onto the floor in a violent, sobbing heap. I was free. The prison door vanished and I felt my soul walk out in complete freedom. I was on the floor there at the altar for quite a while. I was totally unaware of my surroundings. I could breathe again. Deeply. I felt safe. Like someone on a ten-year one man safari through a dangerous country would feel upon reaching civilization. Relieved in every fiber of my being. By the time I rose from the floor there were only a few people left in the room. And the bouncy balls of unrest that had reverberated and tyrannized my soul for ten years were gone.

Jesus engulfed me.

I was delivered instantly. No more depression. No more suicidal thoughts. Love broke through.


That was 12 years ago.

Now I’m 30.

And there are four Sarahs in my room.

Sometimes they laugh when I tell them Isaac is coming. “Don’t worry, I know you are old and appear unable to conceive, but the seed of a Promise is stronger than the seed of this world.”

I even put up a sign on my wall, “No Ishmaels allowed.” By this I mean, “No taking matters into your own hands, Sarah. Don’t settle.”

The Everlasting Father put every star in the sky as if the sky is the womb and the stars the seeds. Jesus’ birth was marked by a star. I tell the Sarahs about Jesus. They think it’s funny that a person could be the “yes and amen.” They punctuate their uncertainty with side glances toward Hagar. I tell them to act like she doesn’t exist. As far I am concerned, she doesn’t. I know my Father. I know the faithfulness that floods in warmth when I lean my head against His corduroy jacket. I know the comprehensive watchfulness of His eyes when He watches me swing on my tree swing. I know there’s a lot that I don’t understand which he understands perfectly. As if one of His eyelashes holds all the answers in the universe.

I will be content to live with unanswered questions.

I prefer He be close.

I wouldn’t want Him to step back while I “figure things out” – for He is my deepest yearning.

I would rather have intimacy with Him than all the answers in the world. I would rather swing on my swing and laugh at the jokes He tells me and look like a fool to passersby than leave the swing and the deep satisfaction that comes from the wind in my hair, the sun on the apples of my cheeks, and the limitless exhilaration of the view from higher and higher. I will never stop going higher. I will laugh forever. And I will be consumed by Love. I will stay. I will become Love.

I will believe because His palpable goodness has convinced my soul that Isaac is a guarantee – as real as those same stars. All four Sarahs are bound for motherhood. And grandmotherhood. Galaxies of hope from the wombs of their dreams. Sparkly and fierce. We are all pregnant with galaxies of hope. Our dreams will soon run and play. And swing. Higher. As High as they want to go.

Through the canopy of expectation.

Beyond the sound barrier.

Out of earth’s atmosphere and into the realm of materialized faith – where dreams are as much reality in seed form – in promise form – as they are on the day when Isaac, the promised son, becomes a father himself. Our promises from God are not only reality, they are FATHERS. Spread the word.

Tell your Sarahs.