Less of me, more of You//Más de Ti, menos de mí

September 25, 2025. Today after waking up many times in the night as it often happens, specially when a shift to another place will happen, prayed, listened to worship, the provision for the place to stay and transportation came thru a woman last night to pay the place to stay till Tuesday in Bonao, and I started getting ready to eat a small breakfast, call the moto taxi/ margarita as it is called in Mao to get to the bus stop, to from what I was told at the bus stop get to Santiago from Mao, which was about an hour and a half from Mao, to then take another bus that took about an hour too to Bonao. There is so much warfare that risen when moving from one place to the other. Jesus/Holy Spirit knows. All for the souls. The Good News of Jesus was given out loud in each of the buses and to some the Good News of Jesus paper.

When arriving to Bonao a taxi was called to get to the Hotel in the center that was led to be gotten. The thought of the family in Bonao started coming to mind from the moment I heard Bonao and so many thoughts and feelings started to come up, as growing up from when I was 5 years old till I was around 9 years old my “parents” decided that I would live with my “dad” which in 2018 a woman sent me a message that she and my other “sisters” had been looking for me and that my “dad” was not my dad. I felt numb and heard to have the same Grace that had been given to me with her. I called both my “mother” and “father” and a storm was released, as my stepmother at that time had le do a DNA test to prove whether I was his daughter or not. It was a terrible season as I had so many questions and I was on the midst of the call raising disciples from the streets and the men’s jail. I tried to get them to understand what the Book of Matthew in the Bible speaks about not judging and forgiving as we read in Matthew 7 and Matthew 6, (take the time to read them), but they were so possess and bitter and did not understand why I was not upset with my “mother”. They all started pushing both my daughter and I away and over time no one spoke to us, which made sense of so much when I was little I sensed someone was going to come out of the closet and tell me I was adopted or something, the gift of prophesy as I did not feel a connection with them at all, my stepmother was so broken and in pain that she would beat me up when I was a child and tell me not to cry and if I got sick she would tell me I was going to die. Time went by and my “mother” came one day and I let it all out, to then bring me with her to the capital but it did not get better as she was very busy and would leave me in a room and I was exposed to a lot of people and situations. We are very attacked from birth when we are going to be called to the Great Commission as we see with Moses and Jesus. When I was a teenager I would be sent here to Bonao every other year, as my “mother” owned a school that went from pre-k to 12 grade with other people. It was like a preparation to be an Apostle, which is called missionary in many countries. Everything in our lives is a preparation for what we will do with and for the Lord.

When arriving to Bonao I took a motorcycle after leaving the suitcase in the Hotel as the checking was at 3pm and it was 2:30pm, to go see if they were still living in the house, as recently while in Yamasa I learned that the man that I had thought was my father and was not died. For what ever reason I asked my “mother” about the house they lived in here in Bonao and she had told me a while ago that they were divorced the agreement was that the house would be left in my name and his name, but today I heard that HE has better for my daughter and I not to worry about that and to let it go. I told my daughter and we prayed. It’s amazing how the Holy Spirit places us somewhere and who ever is meant to understand understands and HE keeps us moving.

After I was led to make more copies of the Good News of Jesus paper getting a discount of $2 pesos per copies after the young man read the message the paper said and then I was led to get bottles of water to have in the room to drink and everyone received the Good News of Jesus paper in the businesses and on the way. I get so emotional as the Holy Spirit has had me in so many places, wow, all of Central America, South America, Africa, Spain, Amsterdam, Turkey, France, here in the Dominican Republic and the USA. I never thought I would be going anywhere, but the Lord knew, as growing up I did not have any long lasting relationships and I seemed so detached from everything.

I went to the room for a bit, spoke to my daughter, prayed and then sensed to come downstairs to get a dessert and some coffee as I did not sense to take a nap as it was already 5pm and I am hearing to go to a nearby town tomorrow when I wake up. I went down after speaking to my daughter, got the dessert, coded and gave everyone downstairs the Good News of Jesus paper, left to the salon across the street where there was a woman that has been praying to the Lord, we prayed, I told her to read the scripture from the Bible that she needed to read, she was so thankful, she blew out my hair and we hugged, then was led to go get some wipes and gave the Good News of Jesus to some of the workers in the store, then there are some homeless men who also received the Good News of Jesus paper with one accepting Jesus and getting some money for dinner, who left so impacted praising the Lord. Then I heard the whole thing with the “family” was a distraction as he has better things for my daughter and I and that we need to let that go. I was led to tell my daughter who is about to got thru some transitioning herself, please keep her in your prayers too. In Jesus name.

I was led after dinner to have them pack what was left and to put more to give it to one of the homeless man together with the Good News of Jesus paper, he ended up reciting Jesus as his Lord and savior, as well as a couple who received the Good News of Jesus paper. I am often asked where do I congregate people to which I tell them to pray for a community of faith as the Lord has me in the streets. I was so encouraged by how the Holy Spirit moved thru the obedience and I am looking forward to all the Holy Spirit will do thru me while here and beyond. Thankful to those who are praying for both my daughter and I, as well as those who have been of monetary support, which is such a blessing to me and so many, as the Great Commission is done.

At the end of the night I was led to sit outside in the common area and since the restaurant downstairs is open 24/7 it seems that people come to it and today and as I am led the Good News of Jesus paper and in the ways the Holy Spirit leads the message will be received. The Holy Spirit knows where HE places us. All for the souls in the Great Commission. In Jesus name.

A sister in Christ was led to send me this as a message this morning and it was such an encouragement, as I received it in the Holy Spirit’s perfect timing, when on the way to the bus top, as I was being heavily attacked mentally with the “family” situation. After one of the countries I was led to go to I was led to stay in the same missionary house and floor where Corrie Ten Boom had Stayed at some point and I was so recharged and encouraged. Hope it encourages you too:

RAVENSBRUCH

The move to permanent quarters came. Our noses told us that the place was filthy: somewhere the plumbing had backed up, the bedding was soiled and rancid. As our eyes adjusted to the gloom we saw that there were no individual beds at all, but great square piers stacked three high, and wedged side by side, and end to end with only an occasional narrow aisle slicing through.

We followed our guide single file–the aisle was not wide enough for two–fighting back the claustrophobia of these platforms rising everywhere above us. At last she pointed to a second tier in the center of a large block. To reach it we had to stand on the bottom level, haul ourselves up, and then crawl across three other straw-covered platforms to reach the one we would share.
The deck above us was too close to let us sit up. We lay back, struggling against the nausea that swept over us from the reeking straw. Suddenly I sat up, striking my head on the cross-slats above. Something had pinched my leg.
“Fleas!” I cried. “Here! And here another one!” I wailed. “Betsie, how are we to live in such a place?” 

“Show us. Show us how.”  It was said so matter-of-factly it took me a second to realize she was praying. More and more the distinction between prayer and the rest of life seemed to be vanishing for Betsie.
“Corrie!” she said excitedly. “He’s given us the answer! Before we asked, as He always does! In the Bible this morning. Where was it? Read that part again.” 
I said. “Here it is: ‘Comfort the frightened, help the weak, be patient with everyone. See that none of you repays evil for evil, but always seek to do good to one another and to all…”
“Go on,” said Betsie. “That wasn’t all.”
“Oh yes: ‘Rejoice always, pray constantly, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus’”
“That’s it, Corrie! That’s His answer. ‘Give thanks in all circumstances!’ That’s what we can do. We can start right now to thank God for every single thing about this new barracks.!”

I stared at her, then around me at the dark, foul-aired room.
“Such as?” I said.
“Such as being assigned here together.”
I bit my lip. “Oh yes, Lord Jesus!”
“Such as what you’re holding in your hands.”
I looked down at the Bible. “Yes, thank You, dear Lord, that there was no inspection when we entered here! Thank You for all the women here in this room, who will meet You in these pages.”
“Yes,” said Betsie. “Thank you for the very crowding here. Since we’re packed so close, that many more will hear!” She looked at me expectantly. “Corrie!” she prodded.
“Oh, all right. Thank You for the jammed, crammed, stuffed, packed, suffocating crowds.”
“Thank You,” Betsie went on serenely, “for the fleas and for….”
The fleas!! This was too much. “Betsie, there’s no way even God can make me grateful for a flea.”
“‘Give thanks in all circumstances,’” she quoted. “It doesn’t say, ‘in pleasant circumstances.’ Fleas are part of this place where God has put us.”
And so we stood between piers of bunks and gave thanks for fleas.

Around our platform, Betsie and I held worship services. At first Betsie and I called these meetings with great timidity. But as night after night went by and no guard ever came near us, we grew bolder. So many now wanted to join us that we held a second service after evening roll call.There on the Lagerstrasse we were under rigid surveillance. It was the same in the center room of the barracks. Yet in the large dormitory room there was almost no supervision at all. We did not understand it.

One evening I got back to the barracks to find Betsie waiting for me. Her eyes were twinkling.
“You’re looking extraordinarily pleased with yourself,” I told her.
“You know we’ve never understood why we had so much freedom in the big room,” she said.’”Well, I’ve found out.” 
That afternoon she’d asked a supervisor to come and settle a question she had about her knitting.
“But she wouldn’t. She wouldn’t step through the door and neither would the guards. And you know why?”
Betsie couldn’t keep the triumph from her voice: “Because of the fleas! That’s what she said, ‘That place is crawling with fleas!’”

From “The Hiding Place” by Corrie Ten Boom with John and Elizabeth Sherrill

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