"Be still and know that I am God."

Today is our fourth day on Hopi Land.  Things which began so slowly have taken off.  We have been busy all day.

We started in the morning going up to the top of the Mesa with a local YWAMer and 3 Hopi friends.  We were initiated into the Hopi roads as our small car struggled through huge mud puddles and ended up spattered with mud, much as other vehicles we had seen around town.

We got out of the car and contemplated the amazing view from the top of the mesa as we looked down on the canyon below and the flat land stretching out almost as far as we could see, only broken by some distant buttes on the edge of the horizon.  The place gave a new meaning to the word silence, till a young hawk flew overhead and cried out.

We prayed and shared for over an hour, our group and our new Hopi friends. We later learned that one of the women with us that day was not a believer, but she spent all morning with us as we shared how God was working in our lives, and then came to the house and ate lunch with us.  It was the best time of "church" I have had in a long time.  Something about the quiet vast stillness makes it easy to sense the nearness of God.  "Be still and know that I am God."

We headed out again after lunch to Nita’s house.  After paying on her trailer home for years, the bank was taking it away from her. We helped her move some of her belongings into a shed in preparation for her house being taken away. We prayed with her before we worked.  We were reminded that Jesus said, “Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.” She was mourning the loss of her home, but also experiencing the comfort of God. 

When we had done all that could be done that day she walked us around the village and explained about the Kivas (underground prayer houses) and showed us the plaza where their traditional dances take place. It doesn’t look like we will be able to attend a dance while we are here.

Our time at Nita’s house ended as we found a neighbor selling some fire wood.  We had run out of wood for the house where we are staying, and were able to buy a truck load of wood not only for our house, but enough to bless Nita’s grandmother as well, who was out of fire wood.  It also was a blessing for the man selling the wood, who was concerned that he might take a long time to sell the wood.  We had prayed only this morning about the firewood, and God has provided.