He was sitting on his bed when we walked in. He looked so frail.
We came closer, and I knelt down so I was eye-level with him. I gently took his wrinkled hands in mine and I gazed into his eyes. They moved back and forth, clouded and unseeing, only able to make out light and shadows.
We prayed for him all at once. We prayed for healing— physical, emotional, and spiritual. We prayed for restored sight. We prayed for Peace and Love to wash over him. We prayed for the Lord to reveal more of Himself to him.
I started to pray, but I hardly got any words out before the Lord’s overwhelming love and compassion for him overcame me. Tears immediately filled my eyes as I looked upon him. While I crouched at his feet and held his hands, I wept.
Thoughts filled my mind— thoughts of how beautiful, precious, and beloved he is.
I hope those thoughts also filled his mind. I hope he could feel the love of God as strongly as I could feel God’s love for him.
While the others prayed for him, over and over I whispered, “You are not forgotten, the Lord sees you. You are so worthy, you are so loved. You are not forgotten. You are not forgotten. You are not forgotten. You are seen. You are loved.”
God is whispering this to each and every one of His children.
He is overwhelmed with love for you too.
In one hour we prayed for the blind, the lame, the deaf, the sick, the desperate, the apathetic. Before we had finished praying for everyone, we had already heard some praise reports of those we had just prayed over. This is just one tiny snippet from that night.
Read Austin’s and Aislinn’s posts for more details on our time in Kazakhstan!
