25/8 Day 35 Istanbul – Hatay

Written at YWAM in Amman   I met Jeanne again at the same sidewalk tea place on the main street as we spent most of the morning chatting when Eugenie and I came through Istanbul in March. She brought the stones, and it was great just being able to catch up on what had happened since that day n March.   I then asked her the dubious favor of accompanying me to the bus station where we did the backwards and forwards thing a few times till we found the company that does the busses to Amman. There we heard that there was no bus for Tuesday and that I had a choice of taking the bus that afternoon or the next one on Wednesday. This was a bit of a shock, because I was geared for the day of rest on Istanbul, and leaving in 3 hours would take a sprint I was not quite prepared for. But we found a quiet place to pray and both felt that I could not wait another day, and that I had to take the bus tat afternoon.   So back to my hotel where I got the money I already paid for that evening's accommodation back, Praise the Lord. I finished packing soon enough that we could take time to eat lunch together (the best musaka I ever has) and pray a bit before I had to return to the bus station. As we sat with all the stones before us Jeanne prayed about Turkey being the place where all the highways have met for so long and where all from the north pass through on their way to Jerusalem. I really felt the power of God grabbing these different routes and tying them in His hand. He is really building His Highway and Turkey has a big role to play in it.   On the bus I sat next to a girl called Eshtar meaning Secret in Arabic. She was a Turkish Arab and was studying to be an English teacher, so we had long hours of discussions about everything we could think of.   Sometime during the evening the conversation dried up and the Lord started dealing with me regarding my inside. While I listened to Worship music I had visions of my body with different wounds and bruises I gathered along the way. He pointed them out and I saw how he was healing them by washing them with his blood. I then saw my white dress in the Spirit all dusty and tattered at the seams and he showed me how this got washed and fixed too.