I have experienced glory from God through many aspects of the race: The ministries I have been a part of, the community I have lived with, the cultures I interacted with. But the first month into Africa I experienced Gods glory in a whole new way; through his divine healing. I have been waiting to blog about this miraculous experience because I am afraid my words will fail to express the power of that night. But here I attempt. Some of you may know and some may not, but my sophomore year of high school I was diagnosed with syncope and vertigo after several unexpected episodes. The doctor was very hopeful that I would grow out of it as most teenagers do. After several years of limiting myself to the activities I can and cannot handle, I held onto the hope the doctors gave me. Although I convinced my mother otherwise, I was very nervous coming on this race with a brain disorder that could limit myself in major ways. I have lived burdened by this and have burdened others. But stepping onto the first plane was the first step in trusting God. My hope shifted from what the doctors had told me to hope in the power of Jesus.

     Traveling to Africa was a strain on my body and there were several times I grew dangerously dizzy and weak. But I trusted. I put my hope in the Lord that He would take care of me here in Africa. I remember clear as day waiting on our final flight from Malawi to Zambia how much peace I felt in my heart that God was going to take care of me.

     Fast forward to a night my team and I gathered to worship. As I was singing praise Him, I began to pray about my health for the first time in a long time. I did not know why my health came to mind but I know now it was God and God alone. I remember falling to my knees in dizziness, continuing to pray. I laid myself down before my King as the symptoms I have experienced over the past three years overwhelmed my body but my heart stayed on God. That evening God finally heard my cry. Within seconds, I felt the symptoms release off my body like a rapid waterfall reaching the calm of the river. Matthew 9:22 “Take heart, daughter; your faith has made you well” ran through my mind as I was surrounded by prayer and praise.  I cant explain the interaction but I know that He healed me. I felt it in my body and in my heart that the Lord wanted me to be made clean in His Presence. He recognized the trust and hope that I had laid in His hands and God cared enough for me to fill my heart with awe and wonder. I feel no limitations, no burdens bringing me down, no fear that I may get sick; only peace. Glory to God. Glory through divine healing. 

 

{I ask that you will continue to pray for me as the Lord reveals where He is calling me to in this next season of life}