Yesterday,I met my new friend Agnes.
was sitting in her doorway, legs completely still – unnaturally still – as
Helena (another new friend) balanced Agnes’s baby daughter Grace in her lap.
as our translator went through all the questions about how we could pray for
Agnes, if we could lay hands on her, God spoke to me.
hands on her leg, and pray for healing.
of truth – meet Cat Pollock.
weeks – no, for months now – I’ve been wondering when this moment would show
up.
say I believe He is capable of miraculously healing the sick, the incapacitated
– those who have been sentenced to a life without the hope of it.
say I believe He is capable of expelling demons from people with a single
breath.
say I believe all of this is possible, but am I ready to step from that into
becoming a vessel for that healing?
if I am ready for that, then am I prepared if God has a different plan from
what I expected?
that moment, I had a paralysis all my own – a temporary paralysis in my heart
region.
and fears about what I heard assailed me, and I spent the entire time our
translator worked her translating magic fighting through them.
it came down to was this question –
obedient?
long and short answer was yes.
when we had permission, I sat down beside Agnes, put my hands on her leg, and
gave it up to the Lord as the paralysis broke off of me.
didn’t get up on her feet and walk, but I know
I felt a faint quiver in the leg under my hands that was not wishful thinking.
believe that she will be healed, and yesterday was the first step in that
direction.
first step for Agnes, and a first step for me.
first step towards letting God break out of the millionth box I’ve tried
stuffing Him into in my lifetime.
if that quiver is step one, then I wonder what the next step looks like.
