How do you feel about miracles?
Water to wine. Raising the dead. Walking on water. Healing the sick.
When you read these stories, does your heart well up with expectation or does a seed of skepticism start to blossom inside you? Do you step confidently out of the boat or does doubt weigh heavy on you and cause your feet start to sink below the waves?
In my last post, I shared how God had placed it on my heart that there would be a woman in Honduras that I was suppose to pray for. I found this both exciting but also very scary because you see, once God speaks something over you, you can’t get it out of your head. For me, it sat in the back of my mind all week. Every woman I saw, I would wonder if it was her. Was she the one I was suppose to pray for? While I asked myself this question, I could always convince myself it wasn’t her and as the week went on, I began to convince myself that “she” wasn’t real. By the last night in Choluteca, during our collective church service, I had convince myself that everyone had back pain, we were in a small village where manual labor was the regular and women worked hard all day, ever day. I was able to pacify my heart and brain with this for about 3 mins when the Holy Spirit decided to give me some perspective.
I couldn’t allow myself to go home and not follow through on this promise from the Lord.
First off, I would always wonder “what if.” What if I sought her out and if I had found her? Second, who was I to let my fear get in the way of something God wanted to do? I’m not that important. Plain and simple, I didn’t have to leave wondering and I didn’t really have the right to withhold something the Lord wanted to do. So as the service ended, I began to walk around. It didn’t take long before I turned and saw her. It was the pastor of the church we had been working with. I wish I could explain eloquently what it was that I felt or how I knew, but I can’t. I simply turned, saw her through a window and felt Jesus say, “That’s her.” I didn’t really give myself much time to question Him and made a beeline for her office. Luckily, or maybe divinely, she was talking with our interpreter, Eva. I excused my interruption and asked Eva if she would mind translating some questions for me. Of course she obliged because she was and is the sweetest woman on the planet (more on her in a later post). I immediately asked if Pastor Reyna had back pain. She did. At that moment, my heart exploded. This. Was. It. I went on to explain what I had felt from the Lord and opened my journal to the day He spoke and began to read as Eva translated for me. All the while, Pastor Reyna listened and smiled. She said how amazing it was that God had told me about her and explained that she had been struggling with back pain for months. She was unable to sleep through the night and had been to numerous doctors where numerous tests and studies had revealed nothing. In that moment I was able to explain that God saw her, loved her and was with her. He knew of her pain, it was not beyond His sight. It was strange though, encouraging a pastor that serves so diligently. I felt as if I was telling her things she already knew about the character of the Lord and how silly I must have sounded but I realize now, it doesn’t matter what you know. God’s goodness is so good, it deserves repeating. Our ears should never grow weary of hearing about His love.
After I encouraged her, I asked if I could pray. She rose to her a feet and said of course. As I stood beside her, the tears began to flow, both her’s and mine, and the Holy Spirit fell upon that room. I don’t know if we prayed for 5 minutes or 5 hours but by the end, we were on the floor and bawling. As we pulled ourselves back up and began to dry our eyes, she said the most beautiful words I had ever heard; her back didn’t hurt anymore. When we left two days later, she was still pain free and spreading the news.
Friends, we have a resource that we don’t take advantage far too often. When Jesus died on the cross, the veil was torn and we were allowed access into the throne room of the Lord. While this happened on a mission trip, we have to realize we don’t have to be in some hyper-spiritualized setting to encounter the Lord like this. It can happen at home in your living room, at the grocery store, in your car or at your work. We have to simply seek it out, be obedient and let the Lord work.Not only that but we have to realize that the Lord makes good of everything. LISTEN to His voice. Don’t discount it or convince yourself of anything that isn’t life-giving or furthering of the kingdom. If I hadn’t spoken with Pastor Reyna, I don’t think she would have continued to live her life in pain. I think the Lord would have healed her but I wouldn’t have seen and been reminded of just how great He is. Yes, Pastor Reyna was healed but she wasn’t the only one. My heart was healed of doubt and uncertainty. We have to come to grips with the fact that we are never out of the line of fire when it comes to God’s aim. I could have easily just said that God used me to heal Pastor Reyna and that probably would have been acceptable to others but in all actuality, God used Pastor Reyna to heal me.In Him healing her, I was reminded of just how intricate God’s plans are and how deeply He loves. I’m in Oklahoma, Pastor Reyna is in Honduras. Thousands of miles and the Gulf of Mexico separate us yet He connected us. He knew my doubts and shattered them in her healing. He knew her pain and healed it in a prayer. Physical and spiritual healing combined. His love is all encompassing. He seeks us, plans for us and pursues us. And for what? To love us, provide for us, heal us and do life with us.
I can’t begin to fathom what the Lord is waiting to do in your life. I pray you would seek Him, listen for Him and encounter Him like never before.
at Monday, November 16, 2015