It happened again…another meal was provided for my entire
team unexpectedly, in the least likely place.
Our contact decided to take us on a tour of the center of
Transylvania yesterday to show us where we would be meeting up with people. He
took us to some universities, churches, parks, shops and a hospital. Let’s just
say that by the time we had arrived at the hospital, we all did not want to do
anymore walking or anymore exploring. We were once again, tired and hungry.
We were told to split up into three groups. Two of the
groups were told to walk around the hospital and visit patients while the other
group stayed behind in a waiting room. I’ll admit it; I wanted to stay behind
for selfish reasons. I was tired. I did not want to walk around anymore. I did
not want to see people suffering in hospitals because my freshest memory of one
involved my grandfather dying. Most importantly, I wanted to just not think or
use any energy anymore. I just wanted to rest. So, I stayed behind and did just
that.
While I was sitting there (along with two other teammates) a
family walked in to eat their dinner. They were sitting down for a few minutes
when Lauren suggested that we try to communicate with them or at least find out
why they were here and pray over them. (Since we were in an oncology ward,
pretty much everyone that was there had some form of cancer)
After praying for him, he showed us the biggest cut I have
ever seen. He lifted up his shirt to reveal a slice that ran from the side of
his chest, around the back of his arm and up towards the top of the back of his
neck. The stitching looked very fresh and I think the two darkened circular
indents below his cut could have been bullet wounds, but I’m not positive. It
kind of made me weak when I saw how hurt he really was.
When our contact came back in with the rest of the girls, he
translated for us that the man’s leg also was injured and that it was hard for
him to stand. He also said that he could see the Spirit through Lauren and feel
God’s presence in the room when she prayed over him and because of that, he
wanted to give something back to us….a meal.
Not only a meal, a smorgasbord of
meats. (Our diet does not include meats since all of them are too expensive)
There was also a large jar of mustard for us, which was something I have not
had for the entire race!
It was mind blowing! I was not even putting in the effort I
knew I could to pray for this man and his family was there wanting to feed me
because of what my teammates had done. Not to mention, he was the one that
probably needed the food because of his recovery. But even when we offered to
share (what THEY had bought us) they refused to eat it and even told us to take
the leftovers. So now, we probably have enough meat for all 7 us to eat for AT
LEAST two more meals….my mind is still blown!
