When God prompts us to pray...

My little sister was in Guatemala this past week. She was down there with some members from her church on a pre-missions trip. It is a trip they have planned to take the High School Youth on this summer. Her church sponsors an orphanage there. I had been prayed for early in the week that they have a safe and uneventful trip there. That all the details fall into place.
This past Thursday, I felt a strong prompting to pray for her. Kinda like a weird pit in the stomach feeling. I prayed for a hedge of protection and that she be kept safe. Then the feeling was gone and I went back whatever I was working on. I knew my sister was due back this weekend. I called her house and left a message. I called my mom, this morning just to make sure I had the day right.
She said she arrived home yesterday. My mom said, that I do need to call her, as she has a long story to share, of something that happened while she was there, that it was scary at first, but they were held somewhat captive for 12 hours. I then asked mom, "that didn't happen on Thursday, did it?, I told my mom about that feeling on Thursday, she had the same one on Thursday night.

Well it was on Thursday, I haven't spoken to my sister yet, to get the long story and all the details, but they had gone into the market place to do some shopping for food, for the orphanage.
While they were there, there was a uprising of some type. The police in riot gear surrounded the marketplace and would not let anyone in or out. That is all the details I have now.

If we listen, God still speaks to us.

Update: So I have spoken with my sister, they with 2 people from the orphanage had gone into the city, to the fruit and vegetable market. The market was a very large and secured complex, about 1 square mile, surrounded with high fences with razor wire. Originally they had planned on going to the market on Wed, but the escorts didn't attend that day, so they went on Thursday. Within the 1st hour of their arrival the uprising occurred. They heard a mob of people coming through the marketplace, screaming, banging sticks. Their escort, said we need to leave now. Kim could see on an overpass that overlooks the market, several police officers with riot gear and machine guns. They tried to exit the market and every exit was blocked by the government police officers. No one was allowed to drive out. So they parked the truck and their escorts took them to a far corner of the market where they would be safe. The mobs continued and grew larger each time. One of the escorts, left to ask about what was happening. It was the vendors, that created and began the uprising, it was a protest against the government and taxes. They had shut down the market. They would continue to stay put. They were told the market would open back up at 1:00 pm. So 1pm came and went without it opening. The mobs were getting larger and people were getting angry. At 2pm one of the escorts was able to walk out and get a pizza and bring it back in. By this time, Kim Sharon and the escorts had returned to the truck. They sat in the back and ate the Pizza. Then the escort went out to find out when the market would most likely open again. He could not find out an exact answer. It was about 5pm when it opened back up and things just resumed as nothing had happened. Kim said she never really felt overly afraid, as in afraid for their lives.

It was not until they returned home and found out several people were prompted by the Lord to pray for a hedge of protection.

I did share with my sister my full prompting, that I felt her life was in danger, I didn't tell my mom that part.

Thanking the Lord for getting her home safely.

They will still take the youth, but the youth will not be making a trip to the market place. They will stay and work within the grounds of the orphanage.

Kristy