Last month they gave me an african name- Rutendo.
It means great faith.
Well, this weekend I met a real Rutendo.
Unfortunately, she already has an african name
because well…she's african…
or else I would've gladly shared mine with her.
You can call just me Maggie,
she said as she greeted me with a big momma hug.
She was all smiles.
Are we sure this is the right house?
I wondered quietly to myself.
You see, as we were out praying for people in the village
we were told about a lady living there
whose son has been in a coma since February.
He was hit by a car on the way to school.
We had come to pray for him and encourage her
but this…this is not what I expected to find here.
I thought we could bring her a smile
but she was already smiling.
I thought we could encourage her in her pain
but shes the one who encouraged us.
I thought we could pray healing over her son
…and we did.
But she has faithfully prayed for him to wake up
multiple times a day for 5 months straight.
So I thought maybe where 2 or 3 are gathered
God would do a miracle in our midst.
We laid hands on this precious little boy and prayed.
We prayed boldy and in Jesus' name.
We prayed for the swelling in his brain to go down
and life to return to his limp body.
But in the end, it wasnt his day.
Not yet anyway.
I don't have a crazy story of miraculous healing to share with you.
Although if anyone has earned a miracle, its Maggie.
I guess the longer I'm out here the more I realize
that serving God is really all about the little things.
And that most of the time these people bless me way more
than I could ever bless them.
Maggie didnt need our smiles.
She didnt need any wisdom or faith that we could offer.
She just wanted me to sit and listen to her story.
And to believe with her
that her son will run and laugh and play again one day.
And I do.
I DO believe that.
And I promised Maggie
from one Rutendo to another
that I would share her story with you.
So will you take a few minutes to listen?
You wont regret it. I promise 🙂
