Our squad was up in the toasty little attic of our hostel singing praise and worship songs together. I was already mentally and emotionally exhausted, so I was happy to just be on my knees with my face planted downward into the hard, musty floor. After a few songs, Savannah addressed the squad. With a shakey voice, she announced that she was freaked out. That got my attention, and I could tell she was about to say something big. She talked about how we had spend the last 4 months praying for Jake to be healed of his medical condition, multiple sclerosis. She expressed her feelings that many shared with her: Jake would be healed this year. Her next words gave me the goosebumps as she told us what God was impressing on her heart with complete confidence and sincerity: “now is the time; Jake is going to be healed right now.” My body slowly heaved all the breath out of my lungs in anticipation.
I think we all felt it. I was driven to my feet and we all surrounded Jake to lay hands on him. It was crazy. We took turns passionately praying words of pure boldness. I wanted to vocalize a prayer, but I couldn’t. All I could think of is "I can’t believe it’s happening. I can’t believe this is happening." Every fiber of my being believed it was happening. Yes, God. Yes, God. Yes, God! There wasn’t enough room in that attic for even one ounce of doubt to squeeze in. God is so good. God is so good.
