The past few months, I’ve been praying that God would break my heart for what breaks His.
This week we’ve been spending time at the local hospital spending time with the patients and praying for them.
We broke up in groups of 3 and 1 translator as we began approaching the men’s ward. The hospitals here are so drastically different from hospitals in America.
The first man, Francis, we visited was literally skin and bones. I remember seeing pictures of men and women in that condition and having my heart broken for them.
That was nothing compared to what it felt like seeing a man in that condition face to face. We began telling him how much God loved him, that God has never forgotten about him and that He’s always with him.
I began to feel overwhelmed looking at him. As we prayed for Francis, I began praying for our teams. I prayed that we would have a sense of peace in the hospital and as we talked with the men. I prayed that God would allow us to see them with His eyes instead of our own. As I was praying, I felt an overwhelming sense of peace come over me. When I opened my eyes and looked at Francis, I no longer felt uncomfortable. I no longer felt anxious. I just wanted to show him the love that God shows us. I wanted him to feel God’s presence.
We prayed over another boy, William, that looked like he was in his mid-twenties. He was covered in scabs, from his heads to his toes. I feel ashamed saying this, but part of me was hoping that he was sleeping so we didn’t have to talk with him. To be honest, I just wasn’t sure I could handle it. As we finished talking with the man next to him, I saw William’s eyes open and look over at us. I walked over to him and placed my hand on the blanket that was covering the majority of his body. Even through the blanket, I could feel heat radiating off him. I began telling him about how much God loved him. That he was made completely perfect and unique. We found out that William is in a very progressive stage of AIDS. I prayed over him and at no point did I feel overwhelmed like I thought I would. God used me to do His work. It’s so easy to doubt what we’re capable of when we’re relying on ourselves to accomplish what He asks of us. Day by day, I’m realizing that this has nothing to do with my ability. God equips the called.
For a variety of reasons, this has definitely been the most challenging month on the race so far. Fortunately, that’s when we grow the most. Please keep the men, women and children of Busia hospital in your prayers <3
