I went in your north, where the beauty of your revival is so clear to the eyes that wants to see. Oh England, how beautiful you are to my eyes!

My father God knows me so well, I love to be surprised and he is a specialist in build great stories. So, I was in my first time in U.S.A, living the dream that he gave to me about BSSM in this amazing first year of school, when they start to speak about mission trips.

I was so full of news, that I totally forget that BSSM has mission trips as part of the school program. Missions are the “places” where we can live everything we learned in class. So, I start to think about it and in this first beginning, Holy Spirit start to work in me. When I though about “missions” always came in my mind places like Mozambique, India, Ethiopia, Haiti. I don’t know why, but I always think that the people that most need is the ones that don’t have provisions, like food, house, basic needs.

So, there where my list, with Mozambique in first place, India in second and around that understanding. The thing is, I know that God love to speak and I love tho hear his ideas. I know we always have a choice, but before take my decisions I like to know what Dad is thinking.

When my prayers start, God give me the first dream. I was in the airport going to a place, where I saw hands coming in front of me, and they gave me a ticket to fly where was wrote “England”. I consider that dream, but I still praying and asking God about that, for until that moment I didn’t consider you, my dear friend, to my missions trip.

The answer came again, one more dream. The same scenario, but I saw one friend, Felipe. He also is one that Holy Spirit love to partner about England, and in the moment of that dream he was studying there. In the end of my dream, I saw again, clearly, the hand coming from a screen with a ticket to England.

Amazed with that, I trust in God. I sign for all the missions about England and U.K. that called my attention. If God wants me there, here I’m, that was my thought. At this point, Mozambique and India still there, for if I misunderstood that could also happens.

My friend, he chose me to be with you, weeks later I receive the confirmation about that dream, I was going with the team of Golibé Omenaka to the North of England. My heart and my spirit where speaking the same language, they play the same song.

After months of prayers, and surrender to the goodness of God, we were miraculously paid of the amount of $2550,00 and I was going to you.

I cried when I put my feet in you again. I never understood why God speak so many times about you, but you can also know that all the time he showed me you I delighted in him in prayers and worship.

Manchester, Congleton, Sheffield, Bradford, York… In the end just a smell of London, where we fight back to Redding. So much love, so many destinies. I love your people, I love your voice.

In you I a hope that surpasses my understanding, I give all the love that I could give. I saw revival, I saw healing, I saw love, I saw Jesus as your head, you England have people full of faith, honor and hope. Hope is actually the word I choose to describe this days that I was with you.

You make me cry again, my dear Friend, when I saw a couple serving God with their entire hearts, when I saw your people being healed and encountering their savior, Jesus Christ.

You give me voice, you bring me faith. In front of your people I could fly for the first time, with my child like heart and together, in one voice we prayed and worshiped our good father.

I already miss you so much. That our love story never ends, for I know why our Father have called me to you, and I’m always happy to came back and encounter His name in you.

With love,

Amanda.