I am not one to watch the news, but I sat glued in front of the TV when Hurricane Katrina hit. I sat watching all the devastation as it unfolded, praying, “Lord, help your children, they are witnessing stuff, their eyes should not be seeing.” I watched as no assistance was being offered to the residents.
While watching a telethon, BET sponsored for the victims of the Hurricane, Mo’Nique said something that pierced my spirit. She said, “If you can’t donate money, donate your time.” That sentence hit me so hard; that I knew it was something God was leading me to do. The seed was planted. At church that following Sunday and Pastor Belinda said that she saw an Elder, she said his name, going down there and bringing them back up here. It seemed as though the seed was being watered, as I again desired to go offer assistance.
I went online and saw the Red Cross mentioned as an agency that was seeking volunteers. I was able to get through, two weeks after the Hurricane and got an appointment for orientation three weeks away. After completing all my classes that were required and submitting mountains of paperwork, I was finally ready to go.
I went to noonday services at New Spirit and Pastor Belinda said that God was going to move supernatural that day and that we were to claim a thing and watch it come to fruition. The next morning a call came asking me if I still wanted to be deployed. The following day I received a call telling me that I was going to Florida. I was a bit disappointed that I was not going to New Orleans or Houston.
I packed, sent my Pastors and a few others an email and off I went. While on my way to the airport, I prayed that God’s will be done while there and that I would do all that He has ordained for me to do. Throughout this entire process, God laid it on my heart to pray for the cloak of humility. I did not understand it at the time why He wanted me to pray for this, but obedient I was and I prayed for the cloak of humility.