At training camp the leaders assigned us an afternoon to get into groups, ask God what He wanted us to do and do it.
Pretty fun assignment, even though I have to admit at the start of the time I just wanted a nap (I don’t function very well off of 5 or 6 hours of sleep.)
My group which consisted of 6 girls started our time off by praying.
As we were praying I kept getting this picture in my head of a taco bell, a yellow house behind it, and a Latino woman with a baby.
I tentatively shared those pictures with my team, wanting to be careful not to speak for God, but also not wanting to ignore it if God was telling us something.
After prayer we all loaded into Katie’s car in search of a Taco Bell.
Eventually after a few stops we found it.
There was a street right behind it with two yellow houses.
Now what?
Everything in me wanted to duck back into the car and go home.
What were we supposed to do?
Knock on the doors and ask the families if they wanted prayer?
Honestly I was scared, not because of my physical safety but because I didn’t want to look dumb.
Our group decided to split up so we could go to both yellow houses.
The people at the house we went to weren’t interested in having us pray for them, but while we were talking to them I felt like God wanted us to pray for a sick baby.
I asked, but they didn’t have a sick baby.
After talking to the first family I was ready to admit I probably hadn’t heard from God, hang my head and get back to the comfort of camp, but thankfully Brianna, one of the girls in our group persuaded me to go over to the other yellow house.
We found out that one of the children at the house Daniel was sick with breathing problems and that the mom, Guadalupe wanted us to pray for him.
We prayed that God would heal Daniel.
As we were praying for Daniel Guadalupe placed her hand on my shoulder.
After the prayer both Daniel’s and Guadalupe’s eyes were filled with tears.
As we left she gave us grateful hugs and thanked us for praying for Daniel.
I don’t know if God healed Daniel or not, we tried to check back later but they weren’t home.
What I do know is that God wanted this family to know that he cared about them so much that he sent some crazy people to pray for them.
I also know that God used this to remind me that I am not used up or ineffective.
He wants to use me, here and now, not just in other countries next year!
